Peter, a British spy, has taken one final mission before he retires
Sylvestro: I tricked you! You see, I…
Peter: You pretended to be a private art thief, lured me onto this train with a false job, and knowing I’d be here, waited until we were in the middle of the Alps and attacked me. Well done.
Sylvestro: I wanted to explain it!
Peter: So this isn’t a rare work of any kind in my hand, is it.
Sylvestro: It’s the only one of its kind.
Peter opens the gift.
Peter: It’s a picture of the two of us fighting. That you drew.
Sylvestro: That’s the old days, before you cry over some old lady.
Peter: You leave her out of this. And she’s totally hot.
Sylvestro falls down to the floor of the train, rolling in laughter. It looks as if he’ll roll right off the roof. Peter throws the picture overboard. The train crests, and suddenly lunges. It’s now rushing at a
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