Hall of Infinite Doors

You drop down on your knees and beg for mercy and apologize for what you have done. You ask him if he wants to become like the criminals he despises. He lowers the gun and you take the opportunity to blow his brains out. One in the face and two in the chest. You call your boss and he takes care of the body. You go on to help win many more court cases and retire with over eight million dollars and a nice house in the Carribean with all the pussy and cocktails you want.

Nice job, you win. The end.