Malcolm: I'm just confused, lost, scared. You have no idea what these visits do to me, what you did to me. Martin: My boy, I made you. Malcolm: You destroyed me. Martin: Malcolm, what are you doing? Malcolm: I came to tell you face to face-- Martin: Tell me what? Malcolm: That you're a crazy, old man, a sick lunatic, living in a delusion. We never had a relationship because none of this is real. I never loved you, and you'll never see me again.