- Jim. I really wasn't expecting you.

- No need to tell me who's in there. I have my theory.

- And what is that?

- I'm not giving any more theories to you. It's not why I came here. It's not what I want from this.

- And what do you want from this?

- To ignore the facts, give you the benefit of the doubt. All of the observable evidence leads to the inevitable conclusion that you are playing me. But I refuse to accept it. I barely know you. But something happened in those brief hours we spent together. It was how you looked at me. Like how you're looking at me now. So, here it is. My act of faith. The gun is to my head. I'm sure as shit not gonna pull the trigger myself. This is yours. You get to decide what happens.