Silent Hill 2 (2001 Video Game)
James Sunderland: I was weak. That's why I needed you... needed someone to punish me for my sins... but that's all over now... I know the truth. Now it's time to end this.
Maria: I look like Mary, don't I? You loved her, right? Or maybe you hated her!
Mary: In my restless dreams, I see that town... Silent Hill. You promised you'd take me there again some day... but you never did. Well, I'm alone there now^Å in our special place... waiting for you.
[James enters the area where Eddie has killed various people with his revolver]
James Sunderland: Eddie, what are you doing?
Eddie Dombrowski: What does it look like? He always busted my balls. "You fat, disgusting piece of shit! You make me sick! Fat-ass, yer nothin' but a waste of skin! You're so ugly, even your mama don't love you!" Well maybe he was right. Maybe I am nothing but a fat disgusting piece of shit. But ya know what? It doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once yer dead... and a corpse can't laugh. From now on, if anyone makes fun of me... I'll kill 'em. Just like that!
[as Eddie was about to take off]
James Sunderland: Eddie! Have You gone nuts?
Eddie Dombrowski: [faces James] I knew it. You, too! You're just like 'em James.
James Sunderland: Hey, I didn't mean anything.
Eddie Dombrowski: Don't bother! I understand. You've been laughing at me all along, haven't you? Ever since we first met. I'll kill you James!
[Eddie fires his revolver at James as he quickly evaded the gunshot near his right arm]
Angela: Thank you for saving me... but I wish you hadn't. Even Mama said it... I deserved what happened.
James Sunderland: Don't worry, I'm not crazy... at least, I don't think so.
James Sunderland: [pokes dead monster with stick] What the hell is it? Whatever it is, it's not human.
[James enters the slaughterhouse where Eddie is nowhere to be seen after the first fight against him]
Eddie Dombrowski: Do you know what it does to you, James? When you're hated, picked on, spit on, just cause of the way you look? After you've been laughed at your whole friggin' life? That's why I ran away after I killed that dog. I ran away like a scared little girl. Yeah, I killed that dog. It was fun! It tried to chew its own guts up, finally died all curled up in a ball. Then "he" came after me, I shot him too, right in the leg. He cried more than the dog, hah, hah, hah, hah!
[the door that James opened after entering the slaughterhouse closes tight behind him]
Eddie Dombrowski: He's gonna have a hard time playing football on what's left of that knee.
James Sunderland: You think it's okay to kill people? You need help, Eddie.
Eddie Dombrowski: Don't get so holy on me, James. This town called you, too. You and me are the same. We're not like other people. Don't you know that?
[Eddie appeared behind James as James faces Eddie]
Eddie Dombrowski: Let's party!
James Sunderland: Stop! Leave her alone! Leave us both the hell alone!
James Sunderland: I guess I really don't care if it's dangerous or not. I'm going to town either way.
James Sunderland: How do you know about that? Aren't you Maria?
Maria: I'm not your Mary.
James Sunderland: So you're Maria then?
Maria: I am... if you want me to be.
James Sunderland: What I want from you is an answer!
Maria: It doesn't matter who I am. I'm here for you James.
Maria: See? I'm real.
Maria: James... I wanna ask you something. What if... what if you can't find Mary? What will you do?
Laura: So whad'ja do? Robbery? Murder?
Eddie: Nah. Nothin' like that.
Laura: Ha! You're just a gutless fatso.
Eddie: What'd you have to say that for?
Laura: I thought you said the cops were after you.
Eddie: I just ran 'cause I was scared. I don't know what the cops are doing.
Laura: But if you did something bad, why don't you just say you're sorry? Well, I guess I run away a lots, too.
Eddie: It's not good. They won't listen. Nobody will ever forgive me.
Eddie: It's no good. They wouldn't listen. Nobody will ever forgive me."
Eddie: Killin' a person ain't no big deal. Just put the gun to their head... pow!
Eddie: He always busted my balls. "You fat, disgusting piece of shit! You make me sick! Fat-ass, yer nothin' but a waste of skin! You're so ugly, even your mama don't love you!" Well maybe he was right. Maybe I am nothing but a fat disgusting piece of shit. But ya know what? It doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once yer dead... and a corpse can't laugh. From now on, if anyone makes fun of me... I'll kill 'em. Just like that.
Eddie: Do you know what it does to you, James? When you're hated, picked on, spit on, just cause of the way you look? After you've been laughed at your whole friggin' life?
James Sunderland: Mary?
Maria: [Turns around and faces James]
James Sunderland: No... you're not.
Maria: Do I look like your girlfriend?
Angela: [lying on the floor, holding and staring at a kitchen knife] Oh, it's you...
James Sunderland: Yeah... I'm James.
Angela: [sighs] Angela.
James Sunderland: Angela, okay. I don't know what you're planning, but there's always another way.
Angela: Really? But... you're the same as me. It's easier just to run, besides, it's what we deserve.
James Sunderland: No! I'm not like you!
Angela: Are you *afraid*? I... I'm sorry...
Mary: In my restless dream, I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised you'd take me there again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now, in our "special place". Waiting for you. Waiting for you to come to see me. But you never do. And so I wait, wrapped in my cocoon of pain and loneliness. I know I've done a terrible thing to you. Something you'll never forgive me for. I wish I could change that, but I can't. I feel so pathetic and ugly laying here, waiting for you. Every day I stare up at cracks in the ceiling and all I can think about is how unfair it all is. The doctor came today. He told me I could go home for a short stay. It's not that I'm getting better. It's just that this may be my last chance. I think you know what I mean. Even so, I'm glad to be coming home. I've missed you terribly. But I'm afraid James. I'm afraid you don't really want me to come home. Whenever you come see me, I can tell how hard it is on you. I don't know if you hate me or pity me, or maybe I just disgust you. I'm sorry about that. When I first learned that I was going to die, I just didn't want to accept it. I was so angry all the time and I struck out at everyone I loved most. Especially you, James. That's why I understand if you do hate me. But I want you to know this, James. I'll always love you. Even though our life together had to end like this, I still wouldn't trade it for the world. We had some wonderful years together. Well, this letter has gone on too long, so I'll say goodbye. I told the nurse to give this to you after I'm gone. That means that as you read this, I'm already dead. I can't tell you to remember me, but I can't bear for you to forget me. These last few years since I became ill... I'm so sorry for what I did to you, did to us... You've given me so much and I haven't been able to return a single thing. That's why I want you to live for yourself now. Do what's best for you, James.
Mary: [after long pause] James. You made me happy.