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Johnnie: Frank?
Frank Kitchen: Yeah, it's me. I look a little different, huh?
Johnnie: You are different. A lot different. I... I don't know what to say.
Frank Kitchen: So you're a nurse.
Johnnie: Yeah, I guess I forgot to mention it. You had plastic surgery, huh? Just like some gangster guy out of an old movie? You're some kind of criminal, right? I had that figured. I can still tell it's you, though. It's okay. You look all right.
Frank Kitchen: I got into some bad shit with some real bad guys. I was hoping I could stay over at your house for a couple nights. I promise to stay out of your way. I'll even pay you for it.
Johnnie: No. I don't want your money. We're friends. Fuck buddies.
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Dr. Ralph Galen: Question: If you're rich, and you loved your brother so much and he's in all this trouble with all the wrong people, why didn't you just give him the money he owed?
Doctor Rachel Jane: I did. All of it. And he went out and bought paintings and drugs and pinball machines. Gambled and parties, squandered every penny. Then he came back, said he was sorry, and asked me for more money. As a matter of principle, I said no. It was a mistake.
Dr. Ralph Galen: So you feel guilty about his death?
Doctor Rachel Jane: No. Not for a moment. My brother was a fool, but he was also a unique, eccentric, and talented man. He just never seemed to find his place in the grand scheme of things.
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