The Man Who Knew Too Much
Hell Sam: I wish you hadn’t come, Sam.
Sam: I had to, I’m here, right? Out there in the real world I’m at Bobby’s, aren’t I?
Hell Sam: How do you know?
Sam: This whole time, I’ve smelled nothin’ but Old Spice and whiskey. I figured if I could get back here, back to my body, I could. . .I dunno, I could snap out of it somehow.
Hell Sam: First you have to go through me.
Sam: Why?
Hell Sam: Humpty Dumpty has to put himself back together again, before you wake up, and I’m the last piece.
Sam: Which means, I have to know what you know–what happened in the cage?
Hell Sam: Trust me, you don’t want to know it.
Sam: You’re right, but I still have to.
Hell Sam: Sam, you can’t imagine. Stay here, go back, find that bartender, find Jess, but don’t do this. I know you, you’re not strong enough.
Sam: We’ll just have to see.
Hell Sam: Why is this so important to you?
Sam: You know me, you know why–I’m not leaving my brother alone out there.
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