[first lines]
Louise Banks:
[narrating]
I used to think this was the beginning of your story. Memory is a strange thing. It doesn't work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time, by its order.
Louise Banks:
[coddling her baby girl]
Okay. Okay. Come back to me. Come back to me. Come back to me.
Louise Banks:
[later playing with her in the yard]
Stick 'em up! Are you the sheriff in this here town? These are my tickle guns, and I'm gonna getcha!
6-Year-Old-Hannah:
No!
Louise Banks:
You want me to chase you? You better run!
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