“Let’s try this again.”

“Where should I begin?”

“The beginning.”

“Well, that’s just it. There was no ‘beginning’.”

“You mean, you conveniently forgot it.”

“No, I just don’t remem—see! You’re putting words in my mouth. He said that you would do this.”

“…the old man?”

“Yes.”

“And how did you meet this old man again?”

“I told you. He just jumped in my taxi, started asking weird questions… and then he handcuffed a briefcase to my arm.”

“A briefcase that you then to took to the Tricounty Bank and detonated—”

“On my arm?! Hello—I’m still alive!”

“And conveniently without the briefcase.”

“Listen, I know it’s hard to believe, but I don’t know how I got on your cameras or what the hell happened at that bank, but I did not kill those people—”

“Yes, of course, you were passed out in a taxi—”

“Stuck in—”

“Traffic, the whole time.”

“Yeah.”

“You better get your memory back. Or you’re gonna be stuck behind bars for a long time.”

“…the driver!”

“The what?”

“Ask the taxi driver, I mean he was right there with me.”

“Yeah, we’ll just line the millions of them up for questioning.”

“You can’t do this—I have rights!”

“You have nothing! But what I give you. And it’s gonna stay that way until you give me the truth.”

“I gave you the truth!”

“You really expect me to believe that…”

“…”

“You don’t even believe it yourself.”