policeman... He spotted me.
- What?
If he comes in, kill me.
They'd hang me, Tom.
I can't bear the thought.
- Did you do that?
- He killed my boy.
Oh, my God. It was
the degenerate in the park.
- My Stevie.
- Oh, my God.
- The money's upstairs?
- No, it's on me.
Let's get out of here,
or we'll miss the train.
- You'd better let me have the money.
- Yes, Tom.
Wait here.
Yes?
Yes?
We should keep apart
until the train leaves.
Another one.
I tipped the guard, so
we'll have the compartment to ourselves.
You think of everything.
Extraordinary boy,
that brother of yours.
You were the only one that
took any notice of him, Tom.
I loved you for it.
Safe journey.
If I didn't know you better,
Ossipon, I'd conclude that
you're in the throes of remorse.
Pull yourself together.
Remorse is for the weak.
And weakness is the source
of all evil on this earth.
There's a time coming, and
it's gonna be sooner rather than later...
when this'll be understood
by governments as well as individuals...
that there can be no progress
and no solutions...
until you make a rational decision
to exterminate the weak.
I myself have no future.
But I am a force.
To the destruction of what is.