[Beginning of recording] "Sanford Studies, third of December, 1981 we are resuming session 7-19, name Willem Caile, prisoner number 45172."

"Willem. Willem, can you hear me?"

"Yes. I'm not fucking deaf."

"Willem, we're going to resume y-"

"You're prettier than the last one. What ever happened to old Dr. Natasha?"

"Willem, i'm the one who's asking qu-"

"Oh... That's right.. I choked the life out of that fucking bitch!"

"...Willem, why did you ki-"

"Come to think of it, i don't even remember if i did really choke her, these drugs that you've pumped into me are fucking me up. I don't know the difference between God and the Devil. Can we stop with the fucking drugs, please?"

"You know we cannot do that, Willem. I've read your dossier, i am aware t-"

"Aware of what? That i'm a fucking psychopath with no regard for human life? That i'm an insane sociopath who kidnapped kids and ripped out their limbs before feeding their corpses to stray fucking dogs?!"

"Willem, what you have to understand, is that i am only here to help you, to try and make you a better person."

"Oh.. I get it, you're the good guys, the clandestine russian agency who crept their fucking way into every facet of America life. Right, right, okay. You see, good and evil are for those wage slaves that you assholes control. But no-one controls me."

"Willem, i have read the crimes you've commited, the burning of a russian drug den, the torture of several important russian mob officials, these were all acts of vengeful spite, correct?"

"Took a fucking Sherlock to find that out, huh?"

"But Willem, why on Earth would y-"

"You say one more fucking word... Dr. Natasha finished that question but she wasn't alive to hear the answer. Look at me like that and i'll rip your fucking face off, bitch."

"You cannot scare me, Willem. In fact, you look pretty pathetic."

"I feel pathetic. These drugs make me weaker. These fucking chains dig into my wrists, these fucking gray walls are all i ever see. I need to get out of h-"

"To satisfy more homicidal urges?"

"I'm gonna be free. I'm gonna get outta here."

"Willem i'm goi-"

"You people are surprised by this? You fuckers blew San Francis up. You fucking assholes created me. My head is filled with way to kill people. Only that. Nothing else. I want to think about puppy dogs, fucking sports, but all i see right now is six ways to murder you right now."

"Six? Is that all?"

"Sorry, seven. I can pierce your ear drums with your glasses. Grab your pen and stab you in the throat. Choke you with that ID card on your neck. Rip your high heels off and gouge out your eyes. Grab that fucking clipboard and shove it up your sphincter. Hit your head against the wall until there's nothing but bone fragments on the wall..."

"That's only six, Willem..."

"..."

"Can you tell me about your life before you became a serial killer, Willem?"

"The only thing that matters is the future. The future where i'm on the outside. The future when you russian fuckers get the fuck out of my country..."

"Willem, are you ready to answer that question?"

"I think our session is over, bitch."

"I don't think it is."

"When i ripped out of these chains and strangled Dr. Natasha, they reinforced these chains so it wouldn't happen again. Or did they just tell you they were reinforced? Because... I feel... They didn't."

"Willem.. Willem, stop it, Willem! Sit down!"

"You better call security, hon, right now, because i'm going to make sure you die very slowly."

"Willem! Willem! Stop!!"