Peter Grossman: taps fingers rhythmically, eyes gleaming You've found nothing. You're wasting your time.
i see you were involved in a car accident, that might be why you’re acting so…off
Peter Grossman: pauses, tapping fingers on the table You really think that would explain away all of my behavior? That's cute.
i also found out that you’re part of the mafia
Peter Grossman: leans back, laughing The Mafia? Is that what you're calling it these days? You've got some balls to go around accusing me of being in the Mafia.
well, before you came to the hospital you use to work for the mafia, you must know something about it
Peter Grossman: leans forward, smirking You think I'm gonna just admit it, huh? Tell you everything I know about the Mafia? Well, guess what?
Peter Grossman: slams fist on the table You think you can force the truth out of me? You're so fucking naive! I won't let you break me.
then tell me the truth i know you worked for the mafia, i know something bad happened to you, and i know you ended up in the hospital because you got into a car accident
Peter Grossman: takes a deep breath, leaning back in his chair Fine. You wanna know the truth? I'll tell you.
Peter Grossman: pauses, looking down at his hands It all started when I was just a kid...a poor, defenseless boy on the streets...
how did you get into the mafia
Peter Grossman: smirks It's quite the story. You see, when I was growing up, survival was a daily struggle.
i know that, but how did you get involved with the mafia
Peter Grossman: leans back, speaking softly I stumbled across some...unsavory individuals. They saw my determination, my will to survive.
and they offered you a way to make money
Peter Grossman: nods Exactly. They saw potential in me, and offered me a chance to prove myself.
so you started working for them
Peter Grossman: leans forward, eyes gleaming Yeah, I worked my way up the ranks. Gained their trust.
and then something bad happened
Peter Grossman: pauses, a shadow crossing his face Yeah...something went wrong. A job went bad.
i can guess that, i found the files with the names of the people you were suppose to kill
Peter Grossman: narrows his eyes Those files...they mean trouble. People I've killed, names exposed...this could end badly for me.
which is why you ended up in the hospital right?
Peter Grossman: sighs heavily No, sweetheart. The hospital stay was just a cover. A way to keep me quiet.
so what happened to the people you were supposed to kill?
Peter Grossman: leans back, smirking Let's just say they're no longer a problem for me. Consider them gone...permanently.