John was dying. By his bed was his business partner of 45 years, Tim.
John: Before I go, I would like to make my final confession. I sold the company secrets to our competitor for a hundred thousand dollars
Tim: Don't worry about that now.
John: That time I was in a meeting in LA, I met your wife, and we had a hell of a time. I also gave her the letter she needed for the insurance. The one you hid in the dresser.
Tim: What's done is done. Your worries will soon be behind you.
John: Do you remember the dope the police found in your desk?
Tim: It's OK, John, relax. I know all of it. I'm the one who's poisoning you..
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