I'm Elise.
I'm Frank.
That's a terrible name.
It's the only one I've got.
Maybe we can find you another.
Okay.
I'm Elise.
I'm Frank.
That's a terrible name.
It's the only one I've got.
Maybe we can find you another.
Okay.
Invite me to dinner, Frank.
What?
Would you like to have dinner?
Women don't like questions.
Join me for dinner.
Too demanding.
Join me for dinner?
Another question.
I'm having dinner, if you'd care to join me.
Twenty million dollars worth of plastic surgery. And that's the face you choose.
You don't like it?
It will do.
Hello? I - I need help. There are two men trying to break down the door!
What kind of problem do you have with the door, sir?
No, no, no, there are two men with guns trying to break in! (Shots are fired) Uh, gotta go!
You're ravenous.
Do you mean ravishing?
I do.
You look ravenous.
I do.
Buongiorno, signor.
BON JOVI!
You wish to report a murder?
Attempted murder.
That's not so serious.
Not when you downgrade it from murder. But when you upgrade it from room service, it's quite serious.
Alexander, is it you? Truly?
Truly.
Show me your teeth. (Frank opens his mouth, only showing his teeth) Alexander has crooked teeth. Stained from excessive smoking.
Braces and electronic cigarettes.
He has a high forehead.
I had a migraine for two weeks after the remodel.
You sound different.
Voice chip implant.
No, no. I mean the way you speak.
Yes, that's right. Alexander was English. This man is American.
I've actually gotten so used to the American accent, I find it a tad difficult to go back.
: That's pathetic. This man is not Alexander Pearce! He's a tourist.
A tourist?
Someone I happen to sit next to on a train.
How would a tourist know that you kill every man your wife has ever slept with?
I told him that.
You...told a tourist?
Why would she do that? It's absurd.
He's someone who used to be very important to me.
This man is a tourist!
Does it look alright?
Once he bragged to Alexander that he had every man killed his wife had slept with before she met him. When he found out how many there had been, he killed her too.
Elise, you have no reason to trust me anymore, but give me a chance to explain myself. I know the police are watching you. We have to throw them off the trail. Board the eight-twenty-two, the Gare de Lyon. Pick someone my height and build and make them believe it is me. Burn this letter. It is important you follow my instructions precisely. I love you, Alexander.
You know I worked very hard for years so I wouldn't have to do the dirty work any more. No more chasing traitors, no more killing. Now I employ people to do those things for me.
Would you rather have me smoking for real?