Interrogation room.
Luke sighed, "Soster, if you don't confess now, I can't help you anymore."
Soster took a deep breath, "Please don't hand me over to the FBI."
"As long as you cooperate with the police, the FBI has no reason to take you away."
"Thank you." Soster said, his expression changing as he sneered,
"Come on, good cop, bad cop, do you think I'm a rookie?
You still want me to be grateful to the police? That trick is outdated."
"You don't have to be grateful to anyone, but you have to be accountable for what you have done. You orchestrated your men to kill an FBI agent, and they will investigate you thoroughly.
FBI offices are spread across the entire United States; your past life experiences will all be dug up, along with the people you care about, those who care about you, and those you have hurt—all of it will be laid out on an FBI desk.
They will also pick some things you truly care about to place on the interrogation table..."
