Pope: Do it.
Cassandra: You want me to shoot you?
Pope: It's OK.
Cassandra: No.
Pope: I deserve it.
Cassandra: Andrew, no, you don't.
Pope: I deserve it.
Cassandra: What?
Pope: She wanted me dead.
Cassandra: Who?
Pope: My mom. She wanted to kill me.
Cassandra: Why?
Pope: Because she knew what I was. She knows who I am. Do it.
Cassandra: Sounds like she didn't know shit. I'm not going to do that.