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Harry Wilson is not...the best thief. That was never really his job, he was a lawyer. He can do lawyerly things. Subpoenas. Cease and desists. Nondisclosure agreements. Lawyerly stuff! So being in a situation like this? He had no frame of reference. Does he tell the truth? Does he lie? Does he stay quiet?
This wasn't like it was a criminal investigation where he was in a police station's interrogation room. In that case, he would do what every defense lawyer ever wanted to say to their client's face -- he would shut the fuck up. In a situation like that, yeah, he was not the lawyer. He was not so foolish as to act in his own defense, he would leave that up to the high paying lawyers he kept on retainer for exactly that purpose.
But, like he said, this is not that.
Therefore, the best he can do is hope the team gets to him before the sodium pentothal did. Otherwise, RIZ was gonna learn a lot of things in a really short amount of time. Eliot had given him "training" one day (read: he forcefully sat him down with the power of his glare) and told him in explicit, gory detail what to do if he was ever tortured through physical, mental, emotional, and/or chemical methods. But now that he finds himself tied to an uncomfortable metal chair smack-dab in the middle of a big, empty warehouse, he finds that he is unable to remember any of what he was supposed to do. The only thing his brain can currently come up with is fake it 'til you make it and filibuster with whatever he can think of in the moment (which is currently the effects of Buck v. Bell on human rights, for some reason?) and just try to distract/annoy whoever comes to talk to him. Is it the right move? Who's to say. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Yeah...he's just gonna sit here and hope that the team gets to him before his interrogators do.