Carroll: No, this is--this is all wrong. I mean, you can't die in a parking garage. That would be most uneventful, hardly dramatic at all.
Ryan: Go ahead. Do it.
Carroll: Really, you must admit it's a quandary, hmm. I so very much want you to live and see all that's about to happen. You see, as much as you've encountered up until this moment, I don't know quite how to tell you this, but we have only just concluded the first part of our novel. Yes, Ryan. For nine long years, I have sat in my prison cell outlining this entire story in my mind. I've meticulously planned all of it with a little help from my friends. That's a Beatles reference, by the way. And I must say, it is very, very much going according to plan.