Maybe you people are better off without me. Go ahead. I say there’s a place for us, but maybe… maybe it’s just another pipe dream. Maybe… maybe I’m fooling myself again. Why don’t you… Why don’t you go and find out yourself? Send me a postcard. Go on, there’s the door. You can do better? Let’s see how far you get. No takers? Fine. But get one thing straight… you’re staying? This isn’t a democracy anymore.
Damn you for making me do this, Shane. This was you, not me! You did this to us! This was you, not me, not me! Not me![last words spoken to Shane as he stabs him in the chest]