(I do not know what it is about you
that closes and opens; only something
in me understands the voice of your eyes
is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain,
has such small hands
There’s forty thousand dollars in the lining of my jacket; in this bag there are passports: two blanks and three ghosts. The guys watched us, so these things okay, you take it. Look at me. You can make it. You’re a warrior. You can make it, okay? You stay small, no airports, just blend in, like you know okay?
You’ve done enough for me. Please.
You’ve done enough for me.
- The Bourne Legacy (2012)