Tag: request

Shay: Where in the world has the most beautiful girls?

Liam: I suppose it depends on your vision of beauty. A damsel from Corfu and one from Oslo are as different as chalk and cheese but, both can be lovely.

Shay: You see, opinions like that give a man a reputation for wisdom.

Liam: Yeah, thank you.

Shay: I would have just said Havana. The girls there have lusty buttocks and bosoms and feel no shame in putting them on display! But that’s no slight against our lasses from home.

Liam: I suppose…

Shay: I think Galway has the nicest ones, fair and modest, always willing to spot you a penny for an ale.

Liam: You don’t say.

Shay: And then there’s the maids I met in Lisbon. Destined for the convent they were, dark-eyed and kindly-dispositioned. If only I spoke Portuguese… Not that we spent much of our nights talking.

Liam: Opinions like that give a man an entirely different reputation.

Rebecca: Was it weird seeing Cross?

Desmond: What do you mean?

Rebecca: It’s different for you. You don’t know what happened, I guess. For a long time he was… important to us. He was a different person.

Desmond: Shaun said he was a sleeper agent. Like Lucy.

Rebecca: It was different. She made a choice. But Cross… if you read the files… Abstergo just… they- they did terrible things to him.

Desmond: Rebecca?

Rebecca: You’re lucky. We all are. We have people who care about us. Who look out for us. He was all alone – and the people he thought he could trust, they used him.

Desmond: Did you know him?

Rebecca: No… But… I knew Hannah.

Desmond: Who’s that?

Rebecca: She tried to help him. She trusted him. But there was a raid about a year ago… She stayed behind so the others could escape. Tried to reason with him. To see if she could fix things…

Desmond: What happened?

Rebecca: What do you think happened? He killed her. That’s what he does. That’s all he knows how to do. Sometimes it seems that’s all any of us know how to do…

Desmond: Rebecca…