Quintet Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1979
- 118 min
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This wood doesn't come from buildings.
Taken out of the ice.
Here you are.
- I'm going to get you.
- No, you won't.
Ohh.!
At last the end is coming.
Where are you from?
- The south.
- The south?
They say there are still seals
in the south. Is it true?
If there were, I'd still be there.
Why do you torment me?
I broke no rules.!
What?
Are you finding
all the information you want?
The system is all but ruined.
Trying to find a person or a place?
A friend.
Oh. A friend.
How interesting.
Amicus.
I haven't heard that word
for a long time.
And what do you use in its place?
Alliance.
How did you and your friend
become separated?
Time.
Where does your friend live?
He doesn't.
Redstone?
I'm a friend.
- "Friend"?
- Yes. I know him.
I'm supposed to meet him here.
Is he expected soon?
The tournament won't be over
for many days...
or more.
They play at the old casino.
He has a room...
at the Hotel Electra.
Where's that?
Second sector.
Red level.
- Your-Your hand-
- Please don't.
I haven't had a fire for-
When did you last see Redstone?
Yesterday.
If you see him again-
What?
Yesterday.
You won't.
Uh, Deuca.
She's probably in the Quintet room.
Six and two.
- I'm Deuca.
- Redstone.
- Redstone?
- Yes.
He hasn't checked in yet.
Well, something happened.
I was delayed.
You're lucky I still have a room.
- May I have a key?
- There are no keys here.
You're room 243.
All right.
- Four and six.
- Four and six.
This is one of the imponderables.
You play, sir.
"Redstone, Francha...
'Deusha'- "
Deuca?
"Goldstar...
St. Christopher, Ambrosia. "
Oh. I'm sorry.
I must have the wrong room.
I was looking for a friend.
I'm the only one here.
This is my room.
My name is Grigor.
Perhaps the room I wanted
is the next one over.
But this is a nice room.
Pardon me.
- What's your name?
- Redstone.
Redstone. You're lucky
to have a warm room, Redstone.
Why don't you put that knife away?
I will tell you the truth...
Redstone.
What? That it was no mistake
you came here?
I am afraid I have been
playing the sixth man with you.
I thought the room would be empty.
I wanted to shave.
There's no water.
There is nothing but water...
and soon that's all
that will be left.
The planet will be frozen
in an envelope of ice...
and that will mercifully be the end...
of this history.
May I sit down?
- You don't stay here at the hotel?
- My room's at the casino.
I'm the adjudicator there,
the referee.
The judge, you might say.
Ajudge?
I interpret the rules.
I settle the disputes.
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