“I am not going to be killed here today.”
“I am not going to be killed here today. We both know this. You’re a doctor, it’s first, do no harm.” I just examine my manicure as if no one is speaking to me. “You took an oath. I cant tell you what you want to hear. “And no matter what you do, it won’t work. It can’t work. Because I will never — NEVER — tell you what you want to hear. Not ever.” Blah blah blah. I can’t wait until this is finally over so I won’t have to hear this horribly annoying refrain. Still saying nothing. “So, uh, why don’t we work this thing out? There has to be something else you want just as much. “A new car? “Or how would you like to be a millionaire?” Hm. Really. An even mill? I don’t know how I want to play this but- “Oh, I see that made your eyes light up. “I really can make that happen. “I know you don’t think I can but you don’t know as much about me as you think. In fact, you can hold me here until you really have it, and then leave the country. ” “We’re near the border – just knock me out. I wouldn’t wake up until you’d crossed it, and by then you’d have the money. In cash. “Your eyes are betraying you. Come on.” Aaaaand the idiotic smile again. I wonder how hard it is to smile through that kind of agony? “You know