"Not when I'm injecting cocaine twice a day, I'm not. And maybe you lived, but how long before that happens again, and you don't get so lucky. Or what if it's someone else ends up dead on that slab because of me? The Inspector, or young Hobbs? You have to stop me, before it goes too far."

Passion burns in Jackson's eyes, sure that this is the only way he can live with himself now. If Drake had died because of his incompetence... he'd probably already be weighing down his pockets with stones.