(Mac talks to Suspect X, an assassin he has wounded.)
Mac: Who are you?
Suspect X: Anyone you want me to be, detective. Friend. Lover. Fantasy. Nightmare. Take your pick.
Mac: Based on the amount of blood leaving that hole I put in your chest, I'll go with dead.
Suspect X: That's not on the list.
Mac: This is all just a game, isn't it? Tell me, what goes through your mind, when you end a life.
Suspect X: Besides playing God?
Mac: You don't have much time. Give me something.
Suspect X: A confession? Pulling the trigger is like taking a deep breath of fresh air. Seeing that last little speck of life in their eyes, then when it fades, I don't know (coughs) I believe they're going to a better place.
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