Bill: You're not a suicide bomber. You're not going to kill yourself, not over this.
Nikki: I'm a cop. I saw your file. I know who you are.
Bill: So you know you won't be getting out of here alive.
Nikki: I'm not talking about your crimes. I'm talking about you. No wife. No children; there is no one you can live without. So you can't imagine the agony of living without them. Me? I don't have to imagine. My son went missing six years ago. And every day that passed without him, I wished that I could trade my life for his. I feel the same about that man in that cabin. I love him. Now to you, those are silly words, but to me, they're the air I breathe. Without him, I would suffocate. So if you wanna call my bluff, by all means, go ahead. I've held this detonator for six years. Maybe it's about time I let it go.