Jennifer Eight
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:14:01
I sniff grief.
:14:09
- You're done except for the floor.
- Thanks. You're a saint.

:14:15
Don't forget the wagon.
Bobby, help me with this.

:14:18
- I'm dying.
- OK. Let's go.

:14:34
- All right. I'm fucked.
- You've got to stop smoking.

:14:42
- If I can do it, you can.
- How did you do it, old man?

:14:47
Somebody bet me a dollar.
:14:49
It's not worth quitting for a dollar.
:14:52
All right, I'll bet 50 dollars.
:14:56
50 dollars?
:15:05
You got a bet.
:15:07
JB, it's Ronzo. You know that brassiere
you sent me? I got some results.

:15:12
First-the blood is human, and it's not a
popular brand. AB negative and that's rare.

:15:17
Two-the blood on the brassiere is
compatible with the blood from the hand.

:15:22
And three-anything else, the answer
from all us in Los Angeles is "fuck off".

:15:27
And shoot me a duck,
would you? Bye.

:15:30
- What are you going to do now, soldier?
- Dig up Jennifer.

:15:40
- What is that?
- A laser enhancement of the fingertip.

:15:44
It's really bothering me.
You see these striations here?

:15:48
It's like she's always worrying
the end of her finger.

:15:53
Rubbing it... rubbing it...
:15:56
rubbing it with her thumbnail or something.
:15:59
Almost identical to Jennifer. Slim, white,
same age. Her bra size is even the same.


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