Harper: Please. I thought nobody was here.
Kirby: You don't care who's here.
Harper: No, I swear! I wouldn't, I wouldn't have hurt you. I wouldn't.
Kirby: Because I have a gun; you're on the ground.
Harper: Please, I can go. I can go right now. Just walk out the door right now, please.
Kirby: And you won't come back?
Harper: No, never. You'll never see my face again. I promise.
Kirby: You can't not be who you are. Second son of a German mother. When she died, no one wanted you, not even the nuns, and they'll take anyone. At least, that's what you tell yourself in your head. And it makes you think that the world owes you and that you can take whatever you want from whoever there is. This is mine. This is my house.
Harper: Why are you doing this? I don't know you.
Kirby: No, not today. But I am always with you. Get out, or I'll kill you. I've done it before.