[last lines]
Allison Sinclair:
What are you going to do?
[Arthur, pointing a gun at her, smiles and says nothing]
Allison Sinclair:
Tell me, Arthur!
Arthur Sinclair:
[pause, then]
I have a suggestion for you, darling... why don't you read my mind?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:30