Bruce: "Weißt du noch, was ich dir gesagt hab?"
Finney Shaw: "Eines Tages muss ich für mich selbst einstehen."
Bruce: "Dieser Tag ist heute, Fin."
Finney Shaw: "Eines Tages muss ich für mich selbst einstehen."
Bruce: "Dieser Tag ist heute, Fin."
Bruce: "You remember what I told you?"
Finney Shaw: "That some day I have to stand up for myself."
Bruce: "Some day is today, Fin."
Finney Shaw: "That some day I have to stand up for myself."
Bruce: "Some day is today, Fin."
Der Greifer: "Würdest du mir meinen Hut geben? Danke sehr. Ich bin nebenberuflich Zauberer."
Finney Shaw: "Sind das da drin schwarze Luftballons?"
Der Greifer: "Möchtest du einen Zaubertrick sehen?"
Finney Shaw: "Sind das da drin schwarze Luftballons?"
Der Greifer: "Möchtest du einen Zaubertrick sehen?"
The Grabber: "Would you hand me my hat? Yes, sir. I am a part-time magician."
Finney Shaw: "Are those black balloons in there?"
The Grabber: "Would you like to see a magic trick?"
Finney Shaw: "Are those black balloons in there?"
The Grabber: "Would you like to see a magic trick?"
Der Baum. Die Tür. Das Tor. Ich hab die noch nie zuvor gesehen. Nur in meinem Traum.
The tree. The door. The gate. I'd never seen it before, except in my dream!
Gwen Shaw
Lifted her gaze to the last telephone pole on the street. A mass of black balloons were caught there, snarled in the lines. The wind was wrestling to wrench them free, and they bobbled and weaved, pulling hard to escape. The wires held the balloons implacably where they were. She recoiled at the sight of them. They were dreadful - somehow they were dreadful - a dead spot in the sky.
