Reid: Owen, I don’t have a gun. My name is Spencer, I’m with the FBI, and I’m here to help you.
Owen: Yeah? I need you to stay back.
Reid: I know the harder you tried, the worse it got, and it felt like everybody just stood there watching you suffer.. and not a single person even tried to help.
Owen: They didn’t. They didn’t.
Reid: I know you want to escape.. and forget. Believe me when I say, I know—I know exactly how that feels. And you know what? You don’t have to die.