clear
as it was at that moment.
I took away your
whole life from you.
I've been living in your place.
I took everything.
I took your money.
I took your girl.
All I left for you was thirty-five years
of grief over having killed me.
Now why don't you shoot?
It's true, I have killed people,
Mr. Bailey.
Sometimes to defend myself.
Sometimes for money.
And many people used
to come to us.
Business partners, rivals, lovers.
Some of the jobs we took,
and some we didn't.
Yours is one I would
never touch, Mr. Bailey.
Is this your way of
getting revenge?
No.
It's just the way I see things.
It's ten twenty-five.
And I've got nothing left to lose.
When you've been betrayed
by a friend, you hit back.
Do it.
You see, Mr. Secretary...
I have a story also.
A little simpler than yours.
Many years ago, I had a friend.
A dear friend.
I turned him in to save his life.
But he was killed.
But he wanted it that way.
It was a great friendship.
It went bad for him
and it went bad for me, too.
Goodnight, Mr. Bailey.
I hope the investigation
turns out to be nothing.
It'd be a shame to see a
lifetime of work go to waste.