[panting] i feel quite discombobu-- bobu--bobu-- - it'll pass, harold. don't worry. pretty soon, you'll feel much better. - tell me who you are. - who i am doesn't matter right now. what matters is, i know who you are. - who am i, then? stay back. i will shoot you. - how? the safety's still on. - no offense, but i'm surprised you fooled these guys as long as you did. i know you're the real jordan hester. i know your life was stolen. here. i even know who stole it. do the other one. - well, who stole it? - first things first. what exactly was your plan? you were accused of being a drug dealer, so then you decided to become one? - no one would believe me. and i was always a bit of an introvert, you know, a private person. - yeah, i know the type. - i never thought that i would be punished for it. my old boss, police-- people hear you're a drug dealer, they stop listening to you. i mean, have you ever hit bottom? i never realized how far down i could go. after a while, i figured, if people keep thinking i'm this bad guy, why do i keep trying to convince them that i'm no