This guy. He screwed us. Carlos. We lost everything ’cause of him. Took two years to track him down. Now I have. Now I found him. All that’s left to do is go over there and get him, tie him to a table, cut his freakin’ balls off, and over and over, stab him in the face with a screwdriver.
All right. Three possible explanations here for all of this. Number one: Terminator. Machine sent from the future to kill one of us. Number two: Terminator 2. Machine sent from the future to kill all three of us. Or number three, he’s Nazgûl, Fell Rider. Lord of the Rings, brilliant film.