Keyser Söze sat calmly in the interrogation room, knowing he would beat all and every allegation or question put against him.

You walk in the room, sitting down in front of him with a file, saying everything that happened, and everything you need to ask.

He looked up at you, almost innocently, though his eyes betrayed the innocent play, no words could show proof. Keyser Söze: "I'm Roger, you have the correct guy." He plays innocent and weak.