Hiding In Plain Sight

Old man: My daughter lives there.
Young boy: I am going on vacations.

Old man: In my youth I roamed around the country thrice.
Young boy: My parents also just returned back from a National tour.

Old man: India is a beautiful place to travel.
Young boy: But travelling is painful in India.

Old man: Different people have different tastes. I enjoy travelling in the crowd, it keeps me hidden.
Young boy: Hidden?

Old man: I mean it keeps me less bored.
Young boy: But there is freedom to stretch and fold in luxury class.

Old man: Freedom is often enjoyed on parent's money.
Young boy: I never took a penny from home since I passed my highschool.

Old man: Few amongst millions are blessed with such children.
Young boy: Those few are the ones chosen by God to sacrifice their joys.

Old man: But yet I see you flying by Business Class.
Young boy: Money is a bad thing, once you taste it, you can't resist going for more.

Old man: It took me decades to learn that.
Young boy: You're not to be blamed for that. Expenses were cheaper then.

Old man: People of your age roam with girls.
Young boy: Girls are distractions.

Old man: You seem ambitious.
Young boy: I would call it an addiction.

Old man: Do you smoke?
Young man: You've got one?

Old man: I meant it otherwise.
Young boy: Why would it bother you?

Old man: You're like my grandson.
Young boy: No one's like me, and I am like no one.

Old man: What do you mean?
Young boy: I am a murderer.

Old man: By your charms and luxuries you mean.
Young man: Whatever you consider. By the way what do you do?

Old man: I hide in plain sight.
Young man: You've committed misdeeds?

Old man: I would call it 'calling of the soul'.
Young man: You're philosophical. Be more direct.

Old man: I would like to begin by hearing about how you got your hands Red.
Young man: I murdered two people, including a policeman. They were obstacles.

Old man: What business are you into?
Young man: Human Trafficking.

Old man: So that explains why you call girls a distraction.
Young man: Partially.

Old man: What am I missing?
Young man: They're emotional and sticky.

Old man: You mean love?
Young man: That's 'Out-of-Bounds' for me.

Old man: Yes, it seems. So, how did you get into this business?
Young man: As a slave.

Old man: What do you mean?
Young boy: My uncle sold me when I was in my highschool.

Old man: That's unfortunate.
Young boy: No it isn't. It turned me into a man, the very first 'night'.

Old man: Your parents never intervened to get you out of it?
Young boy: They never knew, until I fired the bullets.

Old man: And then it became too late.
Young boy: Then I was the king.

Old man: Dou have any regrets?
Young boy: That night I missed the big duck. He is called 'The Magician.'

Old man: Impressive he seems.
Young boy: Someday I'll unload this in him.

Old man: Is that a gun?
Young boy: A revolver to be more precise.

Old man: You have boiling blood.
Young boy: Yes, for him.

Old man: I hope you catch him.
Young boy: He won't be able to hide for long. Anyways, tell me about yourself.

Old man: I am a poet.
Young man: Sing me some lines.

Old man: People say people are deceiving, but it's the self that cheats. Wrong judgements with a biased mind, and open eyes that aren't put to receiving.
Young boy: That's deep.

Old man: Indeed it is. It's realisation will be your salvation.
Young boy: Some other time. Right now let's go. Do you have any card?

Old man: Oh yes, here it is.
Young boy: It reads, 'THE MAGICIAN of words.' You don't have a name on that.

Old man: That's all you will need to think of me.
Young boy: It was nice meeting you.

Old man: We'll meet again, by then I hope you'll understand the meaning of those lines that I told you.
Young boy: I will.

Old man: Read that card, again.
Young boy: *Reads*

A few steps ahead / a minute later:

Young boy: "The Magician, it WAS him."