Harry Angel:
You think posing as the devil because it scared some superstitious blues guitar player and that witch and that nutty old man, you think it'll work on me? It won't because I know who I am and you killed them, and you're trying to pin it on me... and I know who I am.
Louis Cyphre:
[glowers but showing restraint]
If I had cloven hooves and a pointed tail... would you be more convinced?
Harry Angel:
You're crazy. I know who I am. You're trying to frame me. You're trying to frame me. Cyphre, I know who I am. You murdered them people.
[Cyphre shakes his head slightly and smiles wickedly]
Harry Angel:
I never killed nobody. I didn't kill Fowler, and... and I didn't kill Toots, and I didn't kill Margaret, and I didn't kill Krusemark,
[Cyphre looks ready to laugh]
Harry Angel:
I didn't kill no-one!
Louis Cyphre:
[gloating]
I'm afraid you did, Johnny.
Harry Angel:
My name's not Johnny!
Louis Cyphre:
All killed by your own hand. Guided by me naturally. Frankly, you were doomed from the moment you slit that young boy in half, Johnny...
[Icily]
Louis Cyphre:
for twelve years you've been living on borrowed time and trapped in another men's memories.
Harry Angel:
Hey I wanna tell Winesap cause he knows.
Louis Cyphre:
Winesap? Oh he's dead.
[shakes head]
Louis Cyphre:
Nasty accident. Don't worry. No-one will mourn one less lawyer in the world - there's death everywhere these days Johnny. But what gives human life its worth... anyway? Because someone loves it, hates it? The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal.
[his eyes chillingly shine yellow as his voice distorts]
Louis Cyphre:
And yours belongs to ME.
