[Sean's crying again. It fucking sucks. Some jury's going to see this video some day, when they use it as evidence in either Canterino's or Marcone's trial, and they're all going to see him cuffed and crying. And he'll probably be dead, and part of the charges, just another name to add to a long, long list. And Connor...

Connor gets a wet, shocked little laugh from Sean.]

Jesus don't give her my books. Half of 'em are porn. Might as well just call her up, tell her I'm gay.

[He goes quiet again for a moment. He's stupid, so fucking stupid, because a dumb part of him wants to believe Connor. He wants to believe that Connor means it, and that he's right. That Sean won't die. That he'll live through this, and he'll be okay in the end. He wants to believe...]

You keep the books. Tell her I'm dead. Send her the photos I took. But you keep the books. Or at least donate them. Just keep them out of the trash. Don't let... don't let all of me get throw in the garbage.

[He sniffles. He wants to wipe his face but he can't. He can't clean his face, and he can't run away. All he can do is put his faith in Connor, shakey as it might be, and hope that Connor's right - and that Sean's wrong.]

I'll tell you everything I know.