[Stern and domineering. A uniformed police officer who he could probably hurl into the sun is trying to tell him what to do, and that doesn't work for him at all.]

You've got something to say to me, you be a man and you say it. Enough of this pussy-foot bullshit. I've had a long fucking day.

[A final confrontation with the Man in Black. Turner is rapidly decompensating, after having hurt his son in a fit of rage. Moreso than ever before. Now he's in the family vacation home, staring this killer down, trying to justify his actions, even as he's wracked with guilt.]

I have saved countless lives. I am a goddamned hero. Just as much as Apex. Just as much as any of them! Now-- what? What, you're gonna come into my home, on the worst night of my life, and threaten me with your little fucking gadgets, and your stupid pointy ears, because you don't like how I talk to my wife? How I raise my son? Who the fuck do you think you are?

[Beaten, within an inch of his life. All but begging for death. This is the moment when the mask of bravado, of machismo, of arrogance, all falls away. What's left is a truly broken man who can't stop himself, and hates himself for it. This is an extinction event. This is years of trauma held inside, bursting out at a crucial moment]

I can't stop. Why can't I stop? Why won't any of it stop? I let them die, you know? I was... supposed to be a hero. I was supposed to protect them. And in the end, I just... I failed them all. I keep hearing them. Screaming. Crying. They won't stop, they never stop, and I... oh, god. Please. Please. You have to make it stop.