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to be towelling off in the living room.

I went upstairs and

hid in your closet.

How's your jaw?

The truth?

I'm gonna make you feel better.

- What the hell is going on?

- Take the pill first.

Where's my hair?

Where's my tattoos?

Erased. Like your past.

In the next few weeks we'll be

making changes on your outside...

while the medication

changes you on the inside.

After what you guys did to me, you

guys should be taking these pills!

OK, but you first.

Attaboy.

The guy is pretty good.

Beat my high score.

Seratonine metabolate levels?

Barely registering.

The guy is a textbook sociopath.

- Increase game difficulty.

- Ok.

Let's crank it up to mach 5.

Your f***ing thing is rigged!

You can't hit a thing!

F***!

This f***ing thing is rigged!

Get the f***...

Get the f***...

thing is rigged!

This thing is f***ed up!

It's a broken machine!

Get the f*** outta here!

Fix your f***ing machine!

There goes 10 grand.

Take it out of my paycheck.

Nikolai Vertov. 27 years old.

Do you ever feel bad

about taking his life?

- Bad? I feel really bad.

- You do? Tell me.

If I'd known the motherf***er was

the nephew of a Russian mobster...

I never would've robbed him, let

alone put a bullet through his head.

Manoel Jose Gutierrez.

- You ever been in prison, Doc?

- Let's not get distracted.

I didn't think so. It's probably

not what you're exactly used to.

The Russian mobster took a contract

out on me for killing his nephew.

Gutierrez here tried to

cash in on that contract.

I just defended myself.

- You felt justified in...

- I felt f***ing justified!

I don't give a f*** if you believe

me or not! That's what happened.

I got the jump on him,

he's dead, I'm alive.

Gary David Caputo.

We got a minor bump.

He's alive.

- Just a little worse for wear.

- Tell me what happened with him.

Just wrong place, wrong time.

It's not my problem.

You threatened to kill his brother

for testifying at the trial.

- Is that true?

- Are we done? This is getting boring.

You were 12 years old

when your mother died?

- You know exactly how old I was!

- These files have discrepancies.

I just wanna make sure I get it right.

A former boyfriend killed her...

and you witnessed the murder.

Is that true?

Just give me the drugs

and let's get on with it.

You never said anything about

answering any of these questions!

- Just answer the question.

- I'll answer whatever I want!

And don't you go talking to

me like that. I'm not your kid!

If you don't answer the question,

you're of no use to me.

I'll transfer you back to the

custody of the warden right now.

You are only alive because of me.

Why don't you answer the questions,

so I can help you?

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