Scumbags always say that. They tell you in the car all the time. "I didn't have a choice." No, asshole, there were plenty of things you could've done besides stab your wife seventeen times. You had options. Nobody had a goddamn gun to your head.

[His eyes lower.]

One of us did it and the other didn't. So there must have been a choice.

[Behind him, Steve is slowly creeping closer.]