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I know who I am!
I know who I am! I know who I am!
Alas.
How terrible is wisdom when it brings no profit to the wise, Johnny.
Louis Cyphre.
Lucifer.
Even your name is a dime-store joke.
Mephistopheles is such a mouthful in Manhattan, Johnny.
You think posing as the devil...
just 'cause it scared some superstitious old guitar player...
and that witch and that nutty old man...
You think it's gonna scare me?
It ain't, 'cause I know who I am.
And you killed them, and you're tryin' to pin it on me.
And I know who I am.
If I had cloven hoofs and a pointed tail, would you be more convinced?
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. I never killed nobody.
I didn't kill Fowler...
and...
and I didn't kill ***...
and I didn't kill Margaret and I didn't kill Krusemark.
I didn't kill no one.
- I'm afraid you did, Johnny. - My name's not Johnny.
All killed by your own hand.
Guided by me, naturally.
Frankly, you were doomed from the moment you slit that young boy in half.
And Johnny...
for 12 years you've been living on borrowed time in another man's memories.
Hey, I'm gonna tell Winesap, 'cause he knows.
Winesap? Well, he's dead.
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 or hates it?
The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal.
And yours belongs to me.
I know who I am.
That's it, Johnny. Take a good look.
However cleverly you sneak up on a mirror...
your reflection always looks you straight in the eye.
I know who I am!
I know who I am!