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kind of thing.
I'll see you soon.
My mom would get the axe.
She spends every dime of my inheritance
without my old man keeping tabs on her.
I don't know. I guess my dad?
Or sh*t, maybe my mom.
You know what? Forget this.
I don't even want to think about it.
What about you, Fiona?
Which one would you choose?
You are such a dumb-ass.
Hello?
Sh*t, I-I spaced. I'm sorry, Fi.
I'm sorry.
Oh, look at that.
Not having a mom has its advantages.
How about this one?
You have to sleep with that guy or me?
- Choose.
- Ooh, tough one.
- I feel your pain, Fi.
- You have to choose.
You have a gun to your head.
I don't, and I won't.
Choose.
Jesus, Paul, back off, why don't you?
I'm just kidding. God.
Look, guys, I got to go.
Well, South Bat tonight?
No, I don't know.
I got to finish my paper.
Blah, blah, blah.
Just get your ass there, okay?
Idiot.
Go by Jefferson Hall.
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A little less staccato
in that last measure.
Otherwise, very nice.
Bravo.
I will see you all one hour
before the performance tomorrow.
David, would it be all right
if I hang back for a while
and run through it on my own?
By all means.
You're coming along nicely, by the way.
Late bloomer, I guess.
Mind the house lights when you leave.
Hello?
Who-who's there?
Thank you.
Um, I was just leaving.
Sorry.
Oh.
Hello?
I just wanted to practice the end,
but I'm done, so it's fine.
David?
Is that you?
Hello?
Hey!
Stop screwing around!
Hey!
I'm still in here.
Come on, open up.
Who is that?
slam!
Oh, God.
Who's that? Who are you?
I'm a member of the orchestra.
It's okay for me to be here.
I mean, I'm just David's friend.
Just take- take my money.
I don't want your money, Simon.
I am going to take something
much more dear to you than that.
Either you lose the ability to hear
or your lose the ability to play.
Shut up! This way!
Hurry up! Get on your knees!
Okay!
Choose.
Your hearing...
or your fingers.
Why is this happening?
You have 60 seconds to decide.
What's it gonna be?
Fine.
Fingers.
But you have one more choice to make.
All at once
or one at a time?
Choose!
crunch!
ISO17?
ISO17.
Hey, hey, no sleeping in here!
God damn it.
How'd you even get-
Sh*t.
So the janitor found
in the staircase.
No witnesses, no security cameras.
Great. What else?
Looks like we got a pattern.
That's blood.
From the crime scene last night.
That's a match.
Where's the victim?
Covenant Hospital.
How bad is it?
He'll live.
I'm not sure how much
he's gonna want to.
Snipped off all his fingers
and made sure they
couldn't be sewn back on.
Oh, sh*t.
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