What the hell's going on?

About you, about my mother, her death. Why not, fucker? Why this unexpected visit? Come on. What's this game here? Not yet, Cash, but I will. Hey, honey, chill, chill, really. Beirut, summer vacation, eighty seven. It's a Cochrane emergency. I think you'll love it. Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I don't know. The communists are already in control of… Well, I seem to be haunted by things I c… If you were escaping from them, you must…