You're not very good at keeping promises, Nick

Travis Lehman:

Turns out I owe you an apology, Mr. Devereaux. After our last conversation, I started thinking maybe that Parsons woman was telling the truth about who you used to be. So I asked the Washington State Department of Motor Vehicles to send me a driver's license photograph of Nicholas Parsons. Nick Parsons:
And? Travis Lehman:
And this is what came up. Nick Parsons:
[taking a fax printout with a laugh]
Well... well, we all make mistakes. I mean, there's no harm done. Travis Lehman:
Then I thought about it some more, and it occurred to me what a common name Nicholas Parsons is. You know, it turns out there were six. And this... [showing him another printout] Travis Lehman:
Was number three. Nick Parsons:
I never liked that picture. So, Mr. Lehman, you came here to make a deal. Otherwise, I guess you would have gone straight to the police. So, question is, what's your price? Travis Lehman:
$1 million. It's a nice, round figure, right? Nick Parsons:
Uh... all right. But you're gonna have to give me a couple of days. Travis Lehman:
No way. $1 million, right now. Nick Parsons:
Mr. Lehman, it's 9:00 at night. I can't just... [snapping to indicate the money magically appearing; Lehman takes out a flip phone] Nick Parsons:
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait. I have $100,000 in the safe here. And you can have that now. I'll get you the rest tomorrow. Travis Lehman:
[putting the phone away]
You got a deal. We do have one other problem, and that's Mrs. Parsons. She could still make a lot of trouble for us, even from prison, and I really don't need that. Nick Parsons:
Well, I think I've solved that problem. Travis Lehman:
What do you mean? Nick Parsons:
Let's just say the problem has been buried. Travis Lehman:
Really? Nick Parsons:
She's gone, I promise you. Libby Parsons:
[coming in and taking out her revolver]
You're not very good at keeping promises, Nick