>CHAZ: He-he-hel-no-help! For-for-forgive me! For-forgive me!
>JONATHON: Oh, what was that? Do I sense regret? Just because you apologize you think you'll be forgiven? Just like that? Didn't you notice the dead bodies behind you?
>CHAZ: Huh?
>JONATHON: Your folks.
>CHAZ: No, you're lying...
>JONATHON: Your wife's name is "Kira," right? And your son, "Chuckie"?
>CHAZ: What have you done to them?
>JONATHON: Ahh, Kira sure has a mole in a unique place. Y'know, it kinda turned me on.
>CHAZ: No, no... you-you didn't. You bastard!
>JONATHON: Chuckie... he's such a sissy, he didn't even try to save his mother. What are you teaching your kids?
>CHAZ: Fuck!
>JONATHON: Do you feel the hate swelling?That hate that comes from your grudge? It's merely a reflection of you. Ask yourself, Chaz, how many children have you killed?
>CHAZ: K-Kimi?
>JONATHON: You mean you're little girl, "Kimi"?
>CHAZ: Kimi... where is she?
>JONATHON: Ahh...right here.
>(JONATHON tosses the head of the girl from earlier in front of CHAZ. CHAZ backs up in fear, but then lunges at it, clutching it in his arms.)
>CHAZ: NOOOOOOOO!
(CHAZ cries. JONATHON fires three shots into CHAZ's head.)
