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The worst thing is not playing-

watching, game after game...

and not being allowed to play.

That's why I come here

on my days off.

There are very good players

in this hotel.

Some great ones, I tell you.

Do you organize these tournaments?

Ah, you know

about the tournaments.

I knew- I knew

that you were a player.

I saw that fire in your eyes.

Only tournament players

have that sense of life.

I knew...

that you were in this room,

Redstone.

See, I misrepresent

without even knowing it.

It is one of the problems of my work.

One begins to lie even to friends.

Forgive me, Redstone.

I was looking for company.

There is no camaraderie anymore.

No talk.

No exchange of ideas or tactics.

I meant... no harm, my friend.

Where do the explosives come from?

Explosives? Oh.

Alcohol.

As long as the moss grows,

they will make alcohol.

And as long as there is alcohol,

they will make explosives.

It's a waste.

Come join me in a game

and some alcohol.

Deuca has booza.

I know.

- Deuca.

- Yes.

Deuca.

Deuca-

She's very efficient, but nervous.

Watch.

She's always expecting the worst.

But she's not

to be underestimated.

What took you so long?

We had to stop the game.

I was with my friend.

Yes, I know.

Redstone.

- Are we playing?

- Without question.

But first, some drinks.

I promised my friend some booza.

- It's in the game room.

- Good.

Ambrosia.

- You're sitting there alone.

- So I am.

We are about to play.

You'll join us.

Deuca's bringing drinks.

Booza.

Ah. He's my friend.

Redstone.

He's a new player.

He doesn't look new.

- Are you dangerous?

- No.

I don't like to play games.

I'm not dangerous.

That's good.

I'm not dangerous either.

My name is Ambrosia.

It's a silly name.

I think I should change it.

Change.

Everyone wants to change everything.

There is nothing to change.

Do you like your name...

Redstone?

Why not? It serves its purpose.

And mine doesn't.

You can sit here, Redstone.

Drink carefully.

This is the end of the bottle.

Where's Grigor?

Maybe he found a better game.

Let me have his share.

What handsome pieces.

Your own handiwork, Redstone?

- I inherited them.

- Ah.

- You have family?

- I had a brother here, but he's dead.

So let's roll for the sixth man.

Let the new player

have the honor.

Deuca seems to know

that you're not dangerous.

What are the stakes?

Sometimes we just play

for the thrill of it.

Weak roll, Redstone.

You'll never make sixth man like that.

- Quintet.

- Automatic.

I always play the sixth man.

One, five.

Five and four.

Six and two.

Four, five.

Six and three.

So, I'll arrange

the killing order.

I want Deuca to kill you...

and I want you two to change place.

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