Scorpio1973

Cross:
You still don't have any questions?

Zemetkin:
What answers could you have that would make any difference? I love you, Cross.

Cross:
And I you, Max. That's why I must tell you there could be pain in this.

Zemetkin:
I have been inoculated. You know, Cross, I used to think that the only music I would ever hear, no matter what I was really playing, was the music we played each morning when the others went out to work. Or the music for the selection, when the lucky ones went into the showers. Now I can hear Brahms... And not crying. But one image has never blurred. Cross, you coming through that gate and taking me home.