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You know, Marty, I'm gonna be very sad to see you go. You've made a difference in my life, given me something to shoot for. Just knowing that I'm going to be around to see 1985. That I'm gonna succeed in this!

[gestures at time machine]

That I'm gonna have a chance to travel through time!

[Marty looks solemn, knowing that Doc is destined to be murdered before he gets to use the time machine himself]

It's gonna be hard waiting 30 years to talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days. I'm really gonna miss you, Marty.

I'm gonna miss you. Doc, about the future...

No! We've agreed that information about the future can be extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, it can backfire drastically! Whatever you've got to tell me, I'll find out through the natural course of time.

Marcus, what else could you be... if not machine?

A man.

The human condition no longer applies to you. Accept what you already know. That you were made to serve a purpose. To achieve what no other machine has been able to do. To infiltrate, find a target and then bring that target back home to us.

He gained her trust. Made her think he was human. Then killed her.

It's what they do.

[throws a side glance to Cameron]

Records are made to be broken!

These bats are bred for one purpose...

For what?

For war!

You are being used, Thief in the Shadows. You were only ever a means to an end. The coward Oakenshield has weighed the value of your life and found it worth nothing...

No. No! You're lying!

So this is your purpose, to enter the mountain?

What of it?

There are some who would not deem it wise.

This was your plan all along - to seek refuge with our enemy?

You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself.

I want to run towards something, not away.

What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?

Yeah, and no lies.

All right. I confess, I intend to commandeer a ship, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out.

I said no lies.

I think he's telling the truth.

If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.

Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you.

Gale, for our purposes 96 percent will do just fine. Please... don't let this trouble you.

Yeah. It's just I'd love to know who synthesized it, is all.

A man who wants to work with me. A trained chemist, like yourself. But it won't happen. I don't consider him a professional.

If he's not, I don't know what that makes me.

My brother-in-law, moments before he was attacked someone called to warn him. I believe that same person was protecting me. Those two men, the assassins I believe I was their prime target. But that somehow, they were steered away from me to my brother-in-law. Because of this intervention I am alive. ... We're both adults. I can't pretend I don't know that person is you. I want there to be no confusion. I know I owe you my life. ... One issue which troubles me I don't know what happens when our three-month contract ends.

What would you like to happen?

You know why I do this. I want security for my family.

Then you have it.

He's making his first mistake.

It's not a mistake. They don't make mistakes. They don't do random. There's always an objective. Always a target.

The objective and targets always came from us. Who's giving them to him now?

Scary version? He is.