Chuen jik sat sau

Tok:
My name is Tok. I'm a professional killer. I like watching movies, especially action movies. Big or no budget, foreign or local. As long as they have fresh ideas. Take this movie from a few years back. A guy runs around Mexico with a guitar case blasting people left and right. Not the best movie. But I like the style.

Tok:
There's a French movie. Alain Delon. I can't remember the name but there's a scene just like this. Go and get a copy!

Tok:
I love trailers. They represent the best a movie has to offer. Just like when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

Tok:
You remind me of Emu in Crying Freeman. She was a quiet girl, but turned into a sexy woman when she meets an assassin.

Chin:
Don't tease me. Sometimes I almost believe you're a killer.

Tok:
Give me 15 minutes. I gotta kill some people. Be right back.

Tok:
You obviously don't watch enough movies. And if you did, you'd know that when the organization betrays a killer, he'll pay back twice to the ones who've wronged him. Even if he dies trying.

Tok:
You play video games?

O:
Yes.

Tok:
Familiar with Metal Slug?

O:
I can play it all night with one coin.

Tok:
Good! Know where the hidden weapons are?

O:
I know it by heart!

Lee:
Suddenly, I realized how ridiculous I was being. The book needs an ending. When it's sold and turned into a movie, what it needs is just an ending. How much of what she said was the truth? And how much was fiction? Does it really matter? Who am I to argue with them?