I hurt people.

I kill people.

And each time I do, in that moment,

another part of me dies along with them.

When I was young,

I romanticized the life of an outlaw...

Bad guys.

That was a long time ago.

You attacked a pregnant woman,

broke three of her ribs,

battered her so badly she was left lying unconscious

in a grocery-store parking lot.

[ Shell casing rattles ]

Call Mr. Kaplan from the car.

We need to find Gerald Sullivan.