[At a fancy restaurant with Jack and Agnes] There's a beauty to this world. An order. That's what we like to believe. We're not wrong. There is an order. A grand design. We made sure of that. It was a dream for so long, and we finally made it real. Not a better world. A perfect one.
And you should have seen the look on his face. He couldn't believe it. You know what he said to me? God as my witness. "But I'm the mayor." [Agnes chuckles] And I said to him, "Mr. Mayor, there have always been two types of people in this world, those who lead and those who follow. And you, my friend, are not in the group you think you are."
I'm not sure our friend wants to hear your war stories.
Please don't stop on my account.
You'd appreciate it more than anyone. It's just the truth. It's always been that way. Two worlds. And frankly, better us than them.
What does it matter if a system is meritocratic if it's still unfair?
Thousands of years of being ruled by someone's fucking offspring? You wouldn't call this progress? At least now the people in charge earned their place.
And you? Do you feel like you earned it?
I had some help. No question. Privilege, if you like. But I worked my ass off.
You really believe it, don't you?
Don't you? I mean, you're right here with us, my friend.
I've been asking myself that question for a very long time. Did I really play any part in it? Or am I just the sum total of my code? Am I just fooling myself... like you?
What does that mean? You deserve everything you've got. And you shouldn't be made to feel guilty about it.
How would you know? Who am I to you?
You're a friend. [Scoffs] A great friend.
You don't know me at all. I just walked up to this table and sat down. Five minutes ago.
[Chuckles] Enough kidding around.
Then what's my name, friend? [Jack scoffs and chuckles] You're right. More than you know. There are two types of people. And you, my friend, are not in the group you think you are. Which means I can do anything I want to you. To your wife. To anyone here. And it'll be fine with you. Sitting there with your dumb, pliant grin. Just along for the ride.
Now you leave my wife the hell alone!
Oh, calm yourself down. I'm probably not going to do any permanent damage. You represent a very significant investment of time and effort. When we're done, you won't remember a thing. Like your flesh closing around a splinter.
You have no control.
And yet you're so assured that you do. It's not scripted for you. It's... it's genuine, isn't it? It's... It's beautiful, really. A beautiful lie. [Clementine appears and puts hand on William's shoulder] Shouldn't you be enjoying yourself?
I was. But we have a colleague whose appetites have become... unsustainable. Apparently, winning the game wasn't enough.
And this is really something that needs my input?
Sadly, yes. [Reaches over for Agnes drink and passively aggressively drinks it]
[To Jack and Agnes] I'm enjoying our conversation. Wait here for me. [Gets up and walks away with Clementine]
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