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Eames
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"Arthur...
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Yeah, didn't really think about what I'd say after calling. Kind of hoped you'd answer your damn phone, actually. But...uh, just wanted to...ohJesus this isn't going the way I wanted it to. Why couldn't you just answer your phone?
Look, just call me back."
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"...well, you didn't call me back. Look, Arthur, the whole job...the whole job was a cock-up, okay? I didn't think. I never meant...I didn't think Eddington and his crew would actually go after you.
...and, well, I didn't think you'd get caught so easily.
...shit. That probably wasn't the right thing to say, was it?"
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"Are you really still mad at me, Arthur? Come on, darling, you're killing me here. Would it be so hard to call me back?
It was just a job. And yes, okay, you almost died and yes, okay, it would have been my fault, but Arthur, you didn't die. So really, all this business with not calling me back is ridiculous.
So you really ought to call me back. With a job. For a drink. To yell at me. Whatever.
...just call, okay?"
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"I don't understand why you're still mad at me, darling. All right. You don't want to work with me anymore—fine. But what about a drink? Just a drink, I swear.
...though, you know, Cobb's put you in far worse situations and I bet you always called him back.
...I just said the wrong thing again, didn't I?
Anyway, I promise that I wasn't trying to get you killed. I didn't think they'd go after you, I swear. And I didn't think that if they did, they'd catch up to you. And...god, I really didn't think that they'd get a shot at you, okay?
Call me."
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Eames
"Aren't you getting tired of getting my messages?"
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Eames
"Oh, for fuck's sake. You think that them getting you didn't affect me, don't you? You think that when Cobb called me to get my arse to fucking Hamilton Street because you were bleeding out didn't affect me?
And you think that I was okay just standing there, helpless, watching you die...knowing it was my fault?
I couldn't even...
I wanted to get you to hospital, Arthur. But...well, our job doesn't really allow for that sort of thing, does it? But I was so sure that without professional medical attention you'd die and I swear, it took Cobb a good thirty seconds to talk me out of whipping my cell phone out right there and then to get you a god damn ambulance.
And Cobb wouldn't even let me touch you, because it was all my fault. And I was just standing there doing absolutely nothing. And I'd never felt so useless.
And I was yelling at Cobb, asking him why the hell he even bothered to call me, but I suppose he wanted to torture me a bit—show me what I'd done and how you were dying and how it was all my fault.
...anyway, then some bloke in a black van turned up and Cobb swore up and down that it was okay, that they were friends of yours and they'd help you, but he wouldn't let me go with you and then he didn't bother to call me and I honestly thought you'd gone and died.
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I thought I'd killed you, darling.
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I didn't really know what to do with myself, if I'm honest.
...I don't know what I'd do if you had really died. Don't know where I'd be. Don't know if I could live with myself knowing I'd killed you.
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Just...just call me."
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