Dave Kujan: Try to tell me you saw someone kill Keaton.
Verbal: I don't know what you're talking about. I did. I did see Keaton.
Dave Kujan: You're lying to me. You've known, you've known this whole fucking time!
Verbal: I don't know what you're saying.
Dave Kujan: You know...
Verbal: I did see Keaton get shot, I swear to you.
Dave Kujan: Then why didn't you help him? You had a gun. Why didn't you help him? He was your friend.
Verbal: Because I was afraid, okay? Afraid.
Dave Kujan: Afraid of what? Afraid of...
Verbal: I knew it was Keyser Soze.
Dave Kujan: But Keaton...
Verbal: It was Keyser Soze, Agent Kujan. I mean the Devil himself. How do you shoot the Devil in the back? What if you miss?
Dave Kujan: Keaton was Keyser Soze.
Verbal: No.
Dave Kujan: The kind of man who could wrangle the wills of men like Hockney and McManus. The kind of man who could engineer a police lineup...through all his years of contacts in N.Y.P.D. The kind of man who could have killed Edie Finnernan. She was found yesterday at a hotel in Pennsylvania, shot twice in the head. What do you think about Keaton now Verbal?
Verbal: I knew him. He would never...
Dave Kujan: He programmed you. He programmed you to tell us just what he wanted you to. He knew we were close. You said it yourself.
Where was the political pressure coming from? Why were you being protected? It was Keaton. Immunity was your reward.Verbal: But why me? Why not Fenster, McManus or Hockney? Why me? I'm stupid. I'm a cripple. Why me?
Dave Kujan: Because you're a cripple, Verbal. Because you're stupid. Because you're weaker than them.