[last lines]
Arkin:
All those insects, you're quite the collector. In a 200-mile radius from where we last saw each other, there are 14 licensed entomologists. And you were number 12. Your daddy ran a museum, didn't he? Fucked you up real good. Turn around.
[Arkin presses a gun against the back of The Collector's head]
Arkin:
Turn around.
[the Collector slowly turns around]
The Collector:
Are you here to kill me?
Arkin:
No. That'd be too nice. First I'm gonna make you feel everything that I felt. And then I'm gonna kill you. So that you can never hurt anyone...
[the Collector attacks Arkin, but is overpowered and thrown into a trunk]
Arkin:
[slamming the trunk shut]
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
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