[Cecil Adams awakens restrained to a chair by several blades jutting into his wrists]
Cecil: Hey, it's you. You did this to me.
John: No. You did this to yourself. Your greed took the life of an innocent child.
Cecil: Could you give me time to explain, please?
John: I can't give you time. No one can. Time's an illusion.
Cecil: Look, look. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
John: I forgive you, Cecil. I do. Addiction has ruined your life.
Cecil: I'm bleeding, man. Please just let me go.
John: I could let you go. That wouldn't serve you. I'll tell you what I will do, though. I'll give you a tool to reclaim your life, to discard the vices that have so corrupted your soul.
Cecil: I don't have a ****ing soul.
John: Maybe you will in the next life, Cecil. You see, things aren't sequential. Good doesn't lead to good nor bad to bad. People who steal, don't get caught live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected. Some people stop to help a stranded motorist and get taken out by a speeding semi. There's no accounting for it. How you play the cards your dealt--that's all that matters. Look at me. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?
Cecil: Oh, yeah. I understand. You're ****ing nuts!
[John sets a apparatus with 4 blades on both sides in front of Cecil]
Cecil: [Shouts] What the **** is that?
John: It's the tool. The tool that's going to save your life. I want to play a game. [Places the apparatus on the chair] Your life is a lie, Cecil. Now comes your moment of truth. As a drug addict and a thief, you've preyed on the kindness of others to fuel your addiction. Today, we're bringing the ugliness inside you out into the open. Now, in order for you to stay alive, we have to match your face with the ugliness of your soul. Just lean forward into the knives with your face. Press hard enough and you'll release the arm and the leg restraints that bind you.
Cecil: HELP!!!
John: Press hard though, and you'll be free.
Cecil: You-you sick ****! **** you!
John:' Or you can sit idly and bleed out on the floor. Live or die, Cecil. Make your choice.
Cecil: **** you! You sick ****! HELP!!!
Copy quote link to Clipboard
  »   More Quotes from
  »   More Quotes from
  »   Back to the