“Where do I begin?”

“Start at the beginning asshole!”

“At the beginning you say. If only it were as simple as all of that. If it were, I would have known then what I know now, and you'd be on the other side of that gun.”

"Well that's not the case, so start talking. Who the hell are you and why are you in my house!?! Don't make me shoot you again!"

“It was Samantha! I can't say no to the girl.”

“How do you know Sam?”

“The same way you do. Let me guess, you met her at a bar. She took one look at you, the way you were dressed. Maybe she saw you pull out a wad of cash to pay for a drink. Then all of a sudden she couldn't keep her hands off of you. She went home with you that night and you couldn't keep your hands off her ever sense. You'd do anything to make her happy. We have the same beginning, just different endings.”

“Sam would never do that. You are a liar! I should just kill you! It was you who attacked me first and your prints are on the gun, and you are in my house! I don't think the cops will have any problems closing this case of self-defense.”

“Believe it. She told me you keep all your cash in your safe, and that you don't trust banks. She told me the safe is under the portrait of your late grandfather, the reason for your fortune. She also told me the safe is opened with your fingerprints. The plan was to kill you, use your finger to open the safe, and grab the cash. Samantha and I should be boarding a plane to Rio right now.”  

“I took her to Rio for her birthday. That fucking bitch! You know if I let you live she will just do the same to you. I am calling the police unless you tell me where she is! She is going to get what's coming to her.”

“Let me help you. I am sick of her shit! She spent all of my money, and that is why we tried to take yours. I could go to prison and I am shot in the leg, so I pretty much got fucked too. At least you still have your money. I can still walk, so let me come with you? I will help you clean up whatever mess you make.”

“You're bleeding all over the place. If I let you go you have to clean yourself up too.”

“No problem, where's your first aid kit?”

“It’s under the sink in the bathroom. Just do it quick!.........................What the hell is that noise? Did you break my mirror?........................  Where did you go? Awe, awe, you fucking bastard!”

“I’m right behind you. A stabbing is messier but less noisy than a shooting, although you did shoot me and nobody came to the rescue. I guess you won’t be missing that finger. I told you, same beginning, different ending.”