CIA Interrogator: I think that's it. I think the reason you won't give me your word and walk out that door, is 'cause you think you deserve to be here.
Eliot: What do you want to know? Names? Dates? Locations? You want to know what food was on their breath? Their eyes--what color their eyes were? You want to know the last words they spoke? You want to know which ones deserved it.. or, better yet, the ones that didn't? Do you want to know which ones begged? Do you know why I remember these things?
CIA Interrogator: I don't know.
Eliot: You don't know? 'Cause I can't forget. So there's nothing you can do, no punishment you can hand out, that's worse than what I live with every day. So, to answer your question, no. I haven't counted. I don't need to.