Max Payne

I don't believe in heaven.

I believe in pain.

I believe in fear.

I believe in death.

There's an army of bodies under this river.

Criminals. People who ran out of time.

Out of friends.

Next time they drag this river

they will find me on the bottom with the rest of them.

And there won't be anyone left to say I was different.

I could feel the dead down there.

Just below my feet.

Reaching up to welcome me as one of their own.

It was an easy mistake to make.

All the cold investigations in the city are collected up

and delivered over here to us.

And we call each of the witnesses

to see if they have anything to add to their original statements.

And if they can't?

Then we send the file back to the original precinct for follow-up.

Don't get your hopes up though.

This is the cold case office.

Once you've been through the file and come up empty, you bring it here.

Max here handles all our files.

If it hits his desk, the case is officially dead.

So what if there's no phone number for a witness?

- Should I do a follow-up in person?

- No, no. We don't do that kind of stuff down here.

I don't understand. Then how...

How am I supposed to solve the unsolvable murder mystery and redeem myself?

- Man, internal affairs...

- Stop!

Alright, trust me! There's a tragic story behind

why I'm standing here giving you this tour.

We all did something, so just save it.

What do you say, we grab a beer after work or something?

- So what's his story?

- There is none.

- But back there you said...

- Listen!

His wife and kid were murdered.

They never found the guy. That's the story.

Remember when you were a kid

and you'd hold your breath when you went past the graveyard?

Just leave that man alone.

Yo, homey. That's a really nice watch.

Kinda reminds me of the one I lost.

You didn't lose it. You pawned it up on 128th a few hours ago.

Ask Doug. He was there with you.

You follow us, a**hole?

No.

I'm only following you.

Oh hell no. You a cop or something?

Not tonight.

That's too bad.

Now go get my watch!

Come on, Doug. Come get his watch!

I guess this ain't your lucky day, now is it?

Watch over me!

Watch over me!

Open your eyes! Now!

Have you ever seen this woman?

No.

You got busted robbing a house in New Jersey

with William Preston six months ago.

Bill's dead.

Why the hell do you think I'm talking to you?

Did you ever hear anyone say anything about this woman?

Bill died because their wings couldn't lift him up.

No, he got shot robbing a liquor store.

What are you talking about?

Their wings are golden, the feathers only look black...

- Hey buddy!

- Man, I told you not to come here.

William Preston was a dead end.

I am done helping you, Max.

I paid my debt to society, you know.

I've cooperated enough, man.

Okay?

- What's going on in there?

- Well, it's a dinner party.

I'm a little offended I didn't get my invitation.

Well, I didn't send out invitations...

Look, I told you. Go find Bill's partner.

I did.

Doug only wanted to talk about birds or something. He was a whack job.

- Now I need a new name.

- I'm out of ideas then.

- Hey baby.

- Not now, b*tch.

Look! OK?

I told you I don't know those kinds of people now.

- I moved up in the world, Max.

- I can see that.

This is a dinner party. Alright, these are my friends.

You remember friends?

Listen! If you don't give me a new name, I'm gonna start frisking everyone of your friends.

Three years on the street is a lifetime, man.

Whoever you're looking for, there's no way they are still out there.

You're chasing ghosts, Max.

If you tried sleeping once in a while, you could see that for yourself.

I thought I knew all of Trevor's friends.

Max, Natasha.

Natasha, Max.

Jesus Christ!

Got a light?

I don't smoke.

Interesting.

- What?

- Your tattoo. That's interesting.

Oh, thank you.

- Sh*t!

- What?

What are you doing here?

Come with me!

- Hey!

- Mind your own business!

You have no rights to be here.

I'm clean.

I'm not doing anything wrong.

Why don't you relax?

It's a party. Have a drink!

These are new friends.

I don't see the others anymore!

He's a cop.

How much trouble can I get in ?

My sister!

Sort of a b*tch.

Max!

You have to go! Now!

I need to ask her something first.

Oh Jesus Christ!

There you are.

Where did you go?

Take me somewhere. I'll tell you.

See you around, Lupino.

Easy!

You just move in?

So we're somewhere.

What was going on in that room back there?

Hey!

Who was the guy with the tattoos on his face?

Fine. What was her name?

What are you talking about? Who?

The girl from the boring story you wanna tell me.

The one that ends with you living here.

Very sad.

I tell you what. Call me by her name!

That way you can make love to her just like she never left you.

Oh Max! I miss you.

Get out!

Excuse me?

I said get out now!

- You're kicking me out of your bed?

- Yeah. Get your sh*t and get out!

This is Owen. Leave a message!

Owen, it's Natasha.

Where is Lupino?

I need some more stuff.

Yeah, call me, OK?

No! No! Not yet! Not yet!

- What?

- Jump in, will ya?

- Where are we going?

- I need you to look at something.

- What happened to them?

- Her. Just one.

I don't believe it.

What, are you two back together again? You kissed and made up?

Where are we on the weapon?

We are nowhere yet.

Looks like a blade, but...

Too much blood for that to be right.

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