"I'm kind of done with people treating me, right now. I had plastic surgery, I had an induced coma, rehab, I had fucking psycho-bullshit. I'm done. I want one thing, Ed. I don't care if it's good or bad for me." He raised his hand and gripped Edward by his shirt, holding it tight. "I want to know who. A good friend tells his friend what he needs to know. Why ain't you my good friend no more, Ed."

"Tell me and I'll owe you one. I'll make it all square but I gotta know. You can't deny me the right to know who DID THIS?" Harvey asked, his voice raising in anger and his body trembling with it. "I want to fucking know, Ed!"