Interrogator: When did you first realise how deeply you were involved?
Finch: I didn't. I mean, it wasn't clear. I mean, I never did.
I: That is a lie. You're hiding things again.
F: Then kill me and use a memory bulb to find out the truth.
Bastard.
I: We can only kill you once. And once you are dead, all we would
have is your bulb. They're unreliable.
F: Then trust me.
I: People lie. They lie and they keep lying. Eventually, they can't
remember the truth. Is that your problem, Finch?
F: I'm not really a detective. That's why I can't answer your
questions.
I: Once they made you a detective, you were a detective. Why did you
never understand that?
Friday