That is a very good question.

[The disgust in his voice is concealed, but barely; it seems ready to jump out at any moment.] He was going to dangle his little videotape over my head, I presume. At the smallest sign of betrayal, he would send to the police a flawless picture of one of the most wanted men on Earth - modesty aside, of course.

He did not trust me, after all. He played me for a fool. He intended to betray me all along.

Now, he will pay the price.