This is a place meant to turn man against man, I'll not pretend otherwise.

[Okay, yeah, the profanity's new? But Scrooge is either ignoring it or just filing it away as further evidence of Michael's insanity. Either way, he pulls open a cabinet in search of something sealed and hopefully not entirely alien in composition.]

If I'm liable to end up with a knife across my throat regardless, I'll at least go to my grave honestly rather than pretending friendship with those who'd murder me.