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Mystery Man: We've met before, haven't we.
Fred Madison: I don't think so. Where was it you think we met?
Mystery Man: At your house. Don't you remember?
Fred Madison: No. No, I don't. Are you sure?
Mystery Man: Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
Fred Madison: What do you mean? You're where right now?
Mystery Man: At your house.
Fred Madison: That's fucking crazy, man.
Mystery Man: Call me. Dial your number. Go ahead.

[Fred dials the number and the Mystery Man answers]

Mystery Man: [over the phone] I told you I was here.
Fred Madison: [amused] How'd you do that?
Mystery Man: Ask me.
[Fred remembers the anonymous video tapes]
Fred Madison: [angrily into the phone] How did you get inside my house?
Mystery Man: You invited me. It is not my custom to go where I am not wanted.
Fred Madison: [into the phone] Who are you?
[Both Mystery Men laugh mechanically]
Mystery Man: Give me back my phone.
[Fred gives the phone back]
Mystery Man: It's been a pleasure talking to you.


Mr. Eddy: I'm really glad to know you're doin okay. You're *sure* you're okay? Everything alright?
Pete Dayton: Yeah?
Mr. Eddy: I'm really glad to know you're doin good, Pete. Hey, I want you to talk to a friend of mine.
Mystery Man: We've met before, haven't we?
Pete Dayton: I don't think so. Where is it you think we've met?
Mystery Man: At your house. Don't you remember?
Pete Dayton: No. No, I don't.
Mystery Man: In the East, the Far East, when a person is sentenced to death, they're sent to a place where they can't escape, never knowing when an executioner may step up behind them, and fire a bullet into the back of their head.
Pete Dayton: What's going on?
Mystery Man: It's been a pleasure talking to you.