Max (firm):
This isn't justice.
What you're doing… it's murder.
Roy (cold smile):
You know why the Lady of Justice wears a blindfold?
He steps closer, gripping the gun tighter.
Roy:
Because justice… is blind.
And that's exactly why it's never served right.
Max (pleading):
Let me help you. We'll get your brother out, I promise.
Roy (bitter):
It's too late.
I'll meet him soon… after I kill you.
He cocks the gun.
Roy (voice breaking into rage):
And you know what else?
Max freezes.
Roy:
You stopped me from saving Libby .
Max:
What…?
Roy (teeth clenched):
Six months ago. I saw that railing about to collapse.
I ran to help… but you stopped me — told me it was too dangerous.
And then she died.
Crushed.
Right in front of me.
Roy (furious, pointing the gun):
If you hadn't stopped me…
She would still be alive.
And I… wouldn't be this monster.
Max's eyes widen. Roy steps closer. Finger on the trigger.
Max (softly):
Roy… I'm sorry, but—
Roy (furious):
Sorry? You forgot it so easily.
The one who suffers never forgets the pain.
He points the gun at Max and fires — but Max shifts his weight just in time. The chair crashes sideways to the ground. Max groans, unable to move further.
Max (pleading):
Roy… I'm really sorry…
Roy (stepping on his chest, furious):
Screw your damn sorry!
He aims the gun at Max's head and pulls the trigger — click. No bullets.
Max (panting):
If you kill me… you'll spend the rest of your life in jail.
Roy (laughs creepily):
You think I'm scared of jail?
He begins reloading the gun slowly.
Max (desperate):
Your life will be ruined, Roy!
Roy (coldly):
I don't have a life anymore.
This system took everything from me —
and now… it gave me every reason to destroy it.
He points the gun again