Категория: Новость

I have some news. There's no subtle way to put this, Mark Watney's still alive.

Oh my god.

I know that's a surprise and I know you will have a lot of questions. But here are the basics. He's alive and he's healthy.

I suppose the most obvious question is, how can I trust you?

Bingo. It is a pickle, no doubt about it. The bad news is there's no way you can really know if I'm here to help you or not. So it's really up to you. Just have to make up your own damn mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you or reject it.

Good news. You're in.

And what's the bad news?

I'm in.

The press will turn, Sherlock, they always turn and they'll turn on you.

The newspapers got wind of it?

That's what we're trying to avoid.

Certainly. What's the major concern?

Panic. Sheer bloody panic, sir.

News of the death of Smaug will have spread through the lands.

Aye.

Others will now look to the Mountain for its wealth, for its position.

What is it you know?

Nothing for certain. It's what I fear may come.

What news from the night watch?

All quiet, sir. Not much to report. Nothing gets past me.

Except an army of Elves, it would seem.

Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the Ring. And say nothing of Aragorn either. In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took.

We have just agreed...

Yes?

I have told your names to the Entmoot, and we have agreed you are not Orcs.

Well, that's good news.

Boss, your wife's on the line, she said she lost her checkbook.

Thanks for the good news!

I have good news for you, my lord. War has begun.

Excellent. Everything is going as planned.

I've got some bad news. I feel rotten about telling you this. But Fanucci... he's got a nephew...

And you have to give him my job. You've always been good to me, ever since I came here. You looked after me like a father. I thank you. And I won't forget it.