CONRAD: You ever count them?
ELIOT: Counted what?
CONRAD: You know. The people you’ve killed. Give me a ballpark. It’s got to be a big number, right?
ELIOT: You think asking me about my past is gonna open up old wounds? Maybe put me off balance a little? Make me easier to break?
CONRAD: I’m just trying to get to know you better. Why does that question make you so nervous? Is that what all this is for you? Are you trying to punish yourself for the things you’ve done? I think that’s it. I think the reason why you won’t give me your word and walk out that door is ‘cause you think you deserve to be here.
ELIOT: What do you want to know? Names? Dates? Locations? You want to know what food was on their breath? Their eyes- what color their eyes were? You want to know the last words they spoke? You want to know which ones deserved it? Or, better yet, the ones that didn’t? Do you want to know which ones begged? Do you know why I remember these things?
CONRAD: I don’t know.
ELIOT: You don’t know? ‘Cause I can’t forget. So there’s nothing you can do, no punishment you can hand out that’s worse than what I live with every day. So, to answer your question, no. No, I haven’t counted. I don’t need to.
Leverage; 4.11 - The Experimental Job