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Now the red line.

- That was a great beat. - That was incredible.

We could park ourselves on one of them trains,

boy, him and me, plain clothes. Whoo. Make what, two, three collars a night?

- It wasn't even fair. - Right.

- It was like shooting fish in a barrel. - Ha-ha-ha.

- To the red line. - Yes, sir. To the red.

- Here's to the red line. - To the red. Oh, incoming.

- What's this, more crab legs? - Poke. Now you're gonna love this.

- Is that that raw stuff? - Yes, sir.

- So fresh, might still have a hook in it. - I'll pass.

- Mm. - Mm!

- Right? - It's out of control.

Babe, you have got to try this.

Man, come on. You can't eat pizza your whole life.

You can't get food like this in Chicago.

Crab. Lobster. Raw fish.

You guys eat anything other than seafood out here?

- We eat a lot of seafood. - For what?

I don't know how you do it.

I could not eat the same kind of food every day.

That's it. Oh, stop.

I distinctly remember you dragging me to this barbecue pit in Logan Square

- every single day. - That's right.

For three weeks till you finally got yourself up enough nerve

- to ask out a certain waitress. - But you gotta admit, it was worth it.

Yeah, he got the girl. And I gained the extra five pounds.

- And another 20 pounds since. - Excuse me.

You know, I can lose weight. There ain't no cure for ugly.

- Okay. - Down, boy. Down.

Dirty.

So how are you guys celebrating tomorrow?

Well, it's kind of still up in the air.

We're gonna start out with a nice long hike,

and then have a little breakfast picnic.

- That sounds nice. - What you going do after that?

Oh, cut it out, please. I got a better idea, picture this.

You and me, we gonna play nine holes.

The ladies go and do some shopping over at Ala Moana mall.

Lou.

- What? - They are celebrating

- their 20th wedding anniversary. - I know, so?

Baby, you don't think they wanna spend it together?

I'm sorry, buddy, but she's right.

I mean, you guys are a big part of the reason we're here,

but tomorrow we want a little alone time.

- Just the two of us. - Oh, brother.

All right. Fine, fair enough, but this Saturday belongs to us.

You two are spending the entire day with us and it's non-negotiable.

- To good friends. - Thank you.

- To good friends. - Thank you.

How you feeling, captain?

You.

It's possible I may have been over-served last evening.

Yeah, well, you know, we tried cutting you off,

but you boys just kept on pounding those Mai Tai's.

Agh.

Please do me a favor and get me some aspirin.

I don't want the kids to see me like this.

Baby. The kids are on a school overnight trip.

They won't be back till tomorrow.

- That's right. - Just stop.

You better be glad the phone rang. And my head hurts.

- And I'm old. - You're not that old.

Look who it is.

- Oh, here, I'll go get you an aspirin. - All right.

- You as hungover as me? - Lou, you gotta get out here.

- Clay. - Oh, God. Lou.

Okay. Clay, calm down.

- Clay! Calm down, I don't unders... - Damn it.

- Baby, please be okay. She's hurt. - Clay.

- Come on, baby. Come on. - Clay, where are you?

- Kualoa Ridge. - What's going on?

We were halfway up and she fell. I think she's dead.

- Clay! - Please, wake up.

She was DOA when we got here. There's nothing we could've done.

I'm sorry. Looks like she fell from up there.

Oh, my God.

Doctor Bergman gave the okay to transport the body,

but Mr. Maxwell won't let the ME guys move in.

Stay here. I'll talk to him.

Clay.

They wanna take her, man, they can't.

I can't let them put her in one of those bags. I can't do it.

Partner, they have to take her. And you have to let them.

We'll ride down there together with Diane, you and me.

I promise you, I know the ME. He will take good care of her.

We gotta go, partner, come on. Let's go. Come on.

All right.

All right.

Watch your step now. Be careful.

She's gonna be fine, she's gonna be fine.

She's gonna be fine. Just come with me.

Watch your step.

Vic's name is Glenn Hurd. Thirty-four years old.

He's the building's leasing agent.

Custodian found the body when he arrived for work this morning.

- Any signs of forced entry? - Negative.

All right, I'm gonna need a list of, uh, anybody

who could've gotten in or out of this place after hours.

- I'll get on it. - Okay, thanks.

- Doctor Shaw. - Morning, detective.

What's going on? There's usually more of you around here.

We're a little short-staffed this morning.

The rest of the team is out at Kualoa with Dr. Bergman.

What can you tell me?

Single GSW to the chest, no exit wound.

- What about the time of death? - Based on rigor and body temp,

I'd estimate time of death at around 1 a.m.

All right, why don't we hurry up? Get this guy to the morgue.

Get that bullet out, see if we have any luck with ballistics.

There's nobody around, you need help?

Oh, yeah, I'll just ask Officer Kai.

Oh, he's gotta stick around to secure the crime scene. I'll help you out.

- Wow. Chivalry is not dead. - Nope, just this guy.

So, you know, I really owe you one.

Yeah, just don't ask me to help with the autopsy.

I wasn't talking about this. Although I do appreciate the assist.

I, um... I wanted to thank you for suggesting I take up surfing.

I've been catching waves every morning,

just ankle snappers, but, um, it's been therapeutic.

Oh, good. I'm glad. You know, nobody ever takes my advice.

- Not even your daughter? - She's 12.

Enough said.

- This isn't good. - Oh, it's fine.

- You gotta be kidding me. - No signal.

Uh...

- Hello? Pua? - Somebody help!

Somebody's gonna hear us, right?

Crime scene's on the other side of the building.

- Keep making noise. Hello! - Hello!

- This was my fault. - Come on now, don't say that.

I was walking in front of her.

That's why I didn't even see it happen.

I just heard her yell and then I turned around,

she was just gone.

I should've been holding her hand.

- I should've been looking out for her. - Hey. Hey. Hey. Come on now.

Hey. Look at me. Look at me.

This was not your fault. This was nobody's fault.

It's just a horrible accident.

How am I supposed to just go on? She was my life.

I'm so, so sorry.

Sorry.

She loved you so much, you know? I mean, the both of you.

She's with God now. Right?

You're gonna come with me, okay?

You're gonna come back to our house. Lou?

- I'll be along as soon as I can, babe. - Okay.

Come on. Come on.

- How you doing? - Thanks for coming.

Yeah, of course. I just...

I kind of figured you'd want to be with Clay right now.

I just kind of want to walk the scene a little bit, you know.

Why? I mean, H.P.D.'s already been out here.

Lou, what's going on?

Me and Clay, we come up together. Went to the academy together.

Walked the beat together.

I've known the man 25 years.

In a lot of ways, we know each other better than our wives do.

Did.

Over the years, I've talked to hundreds of victims

who have lost their loved ones.

But, Clay, he's saying all the things you usually hear.

And I can't explain it,

but there's something about the way he's saying it.

It just doesn't seem genuine.

I don't understand. What are you saying?

I'm saying I don't think this thing was an accident.

Okay, wait a minute. All right?

You're telling me that Clay, your best friend,

a guy you've known for 25 years, pushed his wife off this cliff?

- Yup, that's what I'm thinking. - Why would he do that?

I don't know. Maybe they come up and they had a fight.

The guy's got a temper.

Heat of the moment, maybe it was premeditated.

I don't know the reason, but I know him.

And I'm telling you, there's more to this thing.

- Lou. - Just hear me out.

All right, so they come up here. They're walking this way.

Now according to Clay, he's walking in front of her.

He didn't even see her drop.

But I don't see how in the world she could've lost her footing.

Yeah, it's high up here and the trails get narrow, but look around here.

It's wide.

All you have to do is just hug this side

and there's no way that you're gonna fall off this thing.

Yeah, if she's paying attention. What if she got distracted?

Listen, just hear me out now. Okay? Look around.

I mean, there's a lot to take in here, Lou.

She takes her eyes off the track for a minute, gets too close to edge.

It's wet, slippery. She goes over.

It happens. And as far as this thing being planned,

I mean, I spoke to Duke on the way out here

and he told me that Clay risked serious injury

climbing down this cliff to get to his wife.

He could've doubled back down this trail.

But that would've taken more time.

Clearly he was desperate to get to his wife.

Now, if this was deliberate, that wouldn't be the case.

Yeah, unless he's worried about how it's gonna look

if he takes the long way around.

Listen to me. Every day you and I, we see people at their worst,

so it's natural for us to always be suspicious.

But I gotta tell you, there is nothing here

that points to anything other than an accident, as far as I can see.

And what about a cop's intuition? Hm?

What about that?

Well, I absolutely believe in that.

But I also know that really bad things happen sometimes for no reason at all.

Yeah.

Oh, hey! Stuck in here! Pua! You gonna help or not?

Honestly, detective, I think it's a lost cause.

I think we just need to accept the fact that we are stuck in here

- until someone finds us. - Oh, yeah, when's that gonna be?

Hopefully before this body starts to get ripe.

That's funny. Let me explain something.

Doing nothing is not an option. It's not funny.

I've heard of people getting stuck in elevators for days.

- That's not gonna happen. - My phone doesn't work.

Your phone doesn't work. The alarm doesn't work.

No one's coming to look at office space

because the office manager is dead. We've got to be proactive.

Or we can conserve energy.

We've got no food, we've got no water.

Oxygen level in here is getting very low.

- There's plenty of oxygen. - Then why can't I breathe?

- Detective? - Can't stay in this place.

I can't stay in this box anymore.

What is happening?

All right, look, I am very claustrophobic.

I'm very, very, very claustrophobic.

I've been trying to hold it together but if I don't get out of this box,

I'm gonna lose my mind.

- Okay. - Right now it's happening.

Okay, okay. Okay, listen to me. Everything is gonna be okay.

- Yeah? - Okay?

Right now neurotransmitters in your brain have sent the wrong signal.

Activating your sympathetic nervous system.

You just need to ride this out

until your parasympathetic nervous system can restore your body

- to a normal state. - That's good.

Can you speak English please?

Okay, your body is lying to you.

It's telling you you're in danger, but you're not. You're not.

- So it's like a glitch. - Exactly. It's a glitch.

That's all. Just a glitch. There's no danger.

- No danger. - There's no threat. Okay?

- You're completely safe. - Absolutely.

Now just breathe. Just relax. Breathe.

There you go. You got it!

- All right. Thank you. - You're welcome.

It's not often I get to use my medical knowledge to help living people.

I need your help. My wife...

Sir. What happened to your wife?

- She fell off the cliff. - What is your location?

Kualoa Ridge. Come on, you gotta send help.

Yes, sir. I'm sending paramedics.

What is your wife's condition?

I don't know. I'm trying to get down to her.

Oh, baby, please be okay.

What is your wife's condition?

I don't know. I'm trying to get down to her.

Baby, please be okay.

Clay's 911 call. You wanna listen?

I don't know. I'm trying to get down to her.

Baby, please be okay.

He sounds pretty shaken up, upset.

He sounded just like that when he called me.

If it's a performance, it's a good one. It's convincing.

Yeah, except where's the sounds of him risking serious injury

working his way down to his wife? You'd at least hear some effort.

Branches snapping, rocky terrain breaking loose.

And I got another problem.

I just talked to a hiker who made a second 911 call.

It turns out she heard Diane scream when she went over the side.

But after that, nothing.

She didn't hear Clay calling out to his wife.

If that had been my wife,

I'd have been going out of my mind like a maniac yelling out her name.

How come Clay didn't do that?

That don't strike you the least bit odd?

Oh, it does.

- I'm sorry to have to do this, buddy. - It's okay.

You know, I know the drill, man. You need a statement.

But I'll try to get you through this as quickly as possible.

I pretty much have all the information I need.

I just want to fill in a couple of blanks. So let's start with the hike.

Whose idea was that, Diane's?

- What time you guys head out? - About 6.

Oh, that's early. Why so early?

We wanted to get out there before it got too hot.

All right. You guys take any pictures?

Yeah. Yeah, Diane shot a selfie of us at the foot of the trail.

We were gonna shoot some more pics, uh...

...when we got to the top.

After the accident, about how long do you think it took

- before you called 911? - I don't know, 15, 20 seconds.

I was just scrambling trying to get down to her. I called on the way.

I guess before that you were pretty hysterical,

just screaming out her name and...

Yeah, yeah, I must have.

I must have yelled her name at least three, four times.

Three or four times?

I was just, you know, I was just screaming.

- I mean, why, is that important? - Well, not to me.

But, um, the state demands a thorough inquiry.

You have an accident at one of their parks,

they want to know as much detail as possible. I'm almost done.

Well, the hotel was a bust.

Please tell me you guys had better luck.

We dug through the Maxwells' personal and financial lives.

Didn't come across any red flags.

Nothing unusual on their bank statements.

No beefed up insurance policy on Diane.

Oh, the truth is, Lou, we're short on motive and we're short on evidence.

I just got off the phone with the crime lab.

They found traces of vegetation and minerals

on Clay and Diane's clothing consistent with those found at Kualoa.

Diane's blood was on both her own and on Clay's,

but that was likely transferred when he was giving her CPR.

Well, were there any unusual rips or tears in the clothing?

- Nothing that speaks to a struggle. - She wouldn't know it was coming.

She wouldn't have even known to protect herself. She trusted him.

He was her husband.

You know, Lou, a lot of guys on my old squad believed IA

when they said I was a dirty cop.

When I asked them why, they said it was just something they could feel.

They went with their instinct and they turned their back on me.

- But they were wrong. - I'm not wrong.

How can you be so sure?

You know, one night when we were back at the academy,

one of our training officers busted me

and Clay trying to sneak back on campus after lights out.

Now, as violations go, it's pretty serious.

Absolute grounds for expulsion.

So the TO, he sits us down.

Now this guy was a human lie detector.

Never met a suspect he couldn't break.

So he says to us,

"You two birds better have a damn good reason for breaking curfew.

Otherwise, I'm shipping your sorry asses out on the next bus."

Now the truth is, we were at a ball game.

Went to that White Sox game,

the thing goes extra innings and now we're late.

But Clay looked that TO right in the eye,

and without missing a beat, he says, "I'm sorry, sir.

But my cousin, he's shipping off in the morning to the Gulf for Desert Shield.

And the kid's nervous. He's scared.

So Lou and I just figured we'd just take the kid out,

show him a good time, you know, get his mind off things,

and that way at least he gets a proper send-off, you know?"

The TO looks into Clay's eyes and after a couple of seconds,

he says, "Okay.

Don't let it happen again."

And that was that.

I never seen anybody lie with such confidence, such conviction.

If you would've hooked Clay up to a polygraph right then and there,

I'm telling you he would've passed.

But it ain't even so much the lying.

Clay knew how to play on this man's emotions.

This morning, I'm sitting on a bench outside the ME's office

and I'm listening to him tell me how this went down

and he's talking to me and he's looking at me,

and he's looking me right in the eye and I'm going for it

until my wife shows up.

And I get up and step back and I watched him handle my wife.

And that little voice popped into my head saying,

"This guy is playing you.

He did this."

Now, I can't prove it,

but I know and I'm telling you I know

like I know whose name is on my driver's license.

He did this. I know it.

Ugh! Come on. It's gotta be in here.

I always carry an energy bar for an emergency.

Well, being trapped in this metal box without any food or any water

- is definitely an emergency, so... - So was last Tuesday.

- What does that mean? - I skipped breakfast.

Had the energy bar around 11 a.m. And I forgot to replace it.

That's great! Now the only question is

do we starve to death or die of dehydration first?

Oh, we'll die of dehydration way before we get the chance to starve.

You know what? We have been in here for a few hours,

and with time, evidence can degrade, even disappear.

So I am gonna get started on the external examination of our victim.

In here? You're gonna do that in here?

Yeah, I'm sure we'll be rescued soon,

and when we are, you'll wanna hit the ground running.

Also, nothing takes your mind off your stomach quite like an autopsy.

Okay. Record my report, would you please?

Autopsy was begun at approximately 11:45 on April 3rd, 2015.

The victim is wearing a blue sport coat.

Underneath he is wearing a blue and white striped shirt

that's been unbuttoned all the way down to his navel.

That's very strange.

The wound is not fully consistent with the GSW.

There are cuts around the edges

approximately an eighth of an inch in length that were made post-mortem.

Maybe the killer tried to take the slug out.

I'm not finding anything.

So the killer shoots Hurd, unbuttons his shirt, tries to take the bullet out,

because he has a gun that is registered to him

and he's worried about ballistics. Do you have a magnifying glass?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

All right, good. We got a partial print on that button.

It's getting pretty humid in here.

You got anything we could preserve this evidence with?

Not in there, but will you grab the compact out of my purse?

- Compact. - Those things can be pretty air tight.

Oh, look at you. Like a regular girl scout.

A girl scout would've replaced the energy bar, but thanks.

Okay.

Man, it's just so hard.

You know, having to say it over and over...

Okay, you know what? I think you've done enough for today.

- Hey. - Oh, good, baby, you're home.

- Would you please talk to him? - No, I'm good, man. I'm fine.

I've just been calling our family and friends and giving them the news

- and I'm just overwhelmed. - He hasn't eaten anything all day.

I don't have much of an appetite right now.

You know, I was gonna say maybe you should lie down for a little while.

You know, Clay, I think that might be a good idea.

I don't know what I'd do without you guys.

- Hey, thanks, man. - Man.

You get some rest, brother.

What's going on?

- Where have you been? - Shh, shh.

Look, honey, I've been working on a case.

They can't cover for you?

Your oldest friend loses his wife and they can't cover for you this one...?

- Diane is the case. - I don't understand.

I think he's lying. I think he may have done something to her.

What? Lou? That's not possible.

Honey, can you remember any time you heard Diane complain about Clay?

Or complain about their marriage, anything like that?

No. No, she said that everything was great.

They were looking forward to the trip.

- They were making plans. - All right.

Hang on.

That's the ME. Diane's autopsy is finished.

- Autopsy? Oh, my God. - Sweetheart, listen to me.

I need you to do something for me. All right?

Now, when you're sure he's asleep,

I need you to grab his phone and bring it down to me.

I need to see who he's been calling. I need to check his e-mails.

- This is crazy. I'm not... - Renee.

If he murdered Diane, he's gonna pay for it.

But what if he didn't? What if you're wrong?

And Clay finds out that you suspected him?

I'll deal with that when it's time to deal with that.

I can't think about that right now.

All I know is, everything I've learned in 20 plus years as a cop

is telling me he did this.

Look, that's the ME again. Baby, please, please, just do this for me.

Do this for me.

Hey, it's been quiet. Everyone cleared out at 0800.

- Got it. Have a good day. - Shoots.

Oh, Clay. Clay, it's just me. It's just me.

I'm sorry.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

I was just bringing you a glass of water. I didn't mean to wake you.

Cop reflexes. I can't help them.

Yeah, and I toss and turn all night too.

I would wake Diane up all the time. Every night.

I'd tell her I'll go sleep in the guest room but she wouldn't let me.

She would say she would rather lie awake together

than to sleep without me there, you know?

- I'm sorry about your wrist. - No, it's all right.

Why don't you go back to sleep?

Captain Grover, thank you for coming.

- All right, Max, what do you got? - Well, as I suspected,

COD was blunt force trauma to the head and torso caused by the fall.

But I didn't find evidence of foul play.

Well, yeah, but you didn't find anything that proves

- that she wasn't pushed, right? - No, I didn't.

However, without conclusive evidence to the contrary,

I had no choice but to rule Mrs. Maxwell's death as accidental.

I'm sorry.

Don't fall. The only thing that could make this situation worse

if I was stuck in here with two dead bodies.

I am not gonna fall. Back home in Carbondale,

my brothers used to put me up on their shoulders

and I'd climb over the fence at the local Y,

unlock the gate so we could use the pool after hours.

This thing is sealed from the other side. I'm never gonna get it open.

- It's because this place is a tomb. - Hello?

- Is anyone there? - Oh, my God.

- Pua, we're stuck in here. - Get us out of here!

- Pua! - Hang tight!

I'm calling H.F.D. To get you out!

Yes!

Lou.

Hey, I was just about to finish up here and head home.

Renee, I can't prove this thing.

I can't prove it and...

Look, I'm not going to that PA with nothing but my instincts.

You need to finish what you started. Follow every lead.

Twenty plus years being a cop

and your instincts have never steered you wrong.

I know they've gotten you out of some pretty tough situations.

And I know they've also brought you home to me.

You trust them and I trust you.

Babe,

thank you.

Buddy, thank you so much.

- Mahalo. - Mahalo.

- You guys okay? - Yeah, we're good.

Listen, I got a print on a button in here.

Can you get it to the lab and run it right away?

- On it. - Thank you. Thanks, guys.

- Hey. - Hey.

- So how long was I out? - Couple hours.

- Can I get you anything? - No, thanks.

All right, well, if you're not going to eat anything,

I want you to at least drink something. Let me see what we have.

You know, I was looking for my phone.

I thought I left it by the bed but it's not there.

- Have you seen it? - No, I haven't.

- Have you checked the living room? - Yeah, yeah, I checked.

I looked but it's not there either.

Is Lou home?

No, you know, he had to go back to work.

- So what, is he on a case? - I don't know.

- Renee, where's my phone? - Clay.

- Hey, man, where you been? - I've been at the crime lab.

- So what, are you on a case? - You're coming with me.

Coming with you for what?

You're under arrest for murdering your wife.

Nice. Richard Yeager?

What can I get for you guys?

Drop that club and put your hands behind your back.

- You're under arrest. - For what?

For murdering your business partner.

That was good that you took the slug out,

but we found your.22 at home. It's been fired recently.

You left a fingerprint on the victim's clothing.

- I want my lawyer. - Okay.

You gonna lie to him or tell him that you killed

your business partner because he found out

you're embezzling money from the company?

All right, Pua, go ahead and book him.

I always wanted to know what this part was like.

Well, you had a nice front-row seat.

Thank you for helping me out with that embarrassing episode earlier today.

Oh, yeah.

If I ever get stuck in an elevator with somebody ever again,

- I hope it's with you. - Heh. Ditto, detective.

All right, good. All right, let's go find an elevator.

- Come on. - No.

No, I'm serious. It'll be fun this time.

You really believe this, Lou? You really think I could hurt Diane?

If you'd have asked me yesterday, I'd have said no. No way.

Because I loved you like a brother. Of course, you were counting on that.

Twenty-five years' friendship clouding my judgment,

making me ignore the signs.

You wanted your wife dead,

but you damn sure didn't want to get caught.

That's why you did it here. That's why you brought her here.

You needed to shut down any possibility of any kind of investigation.

Stop anybody from asking any hard questions.

See, you thought I'd do that for you.

Your old partner, figured I'd have your back.

You used me.

But see, you forget one thing, brother. I know you.

And I saw right through you.

Think about what you're saying, Lou. I loved my wife. I loved Diane.

You saw us at dinner. We were happy.

Please. That was all an act. All that phony attention.

Gold earrings and the love note. You didn't mean any of that.

You already knew what you were gonna do.

You kept that phony act up all the way down to the last second.

How'd you get her to the edge?

What did you do, tell her you wanted to take a picture?

With the mountains in the background?

You smile at her, tell her you love her?

She say she loved you too?

"I love you, baby. I love you, baby, now move back.

I want to get these mountains in here."

And then you start moving closer.

She probably thought you were moving in for another kiss.

Not this time, though.

This time you moved in and you pushed her over that edge.

And you watched her fall.

And you watched her hit her head and crack it open on those rocks.

That's a lie. Why would I do that to my wife?

Why?

Oldest reason in the world, brother.

Oldest motive, love.

LeAnn Stockwell. One of your trainers at the gym.

One you've been having an affair with for over a year.

- Oh, those photos? - Yeah, these photos.

The photos you took on your phone and deleted them.

I got teenagers, man.

And you know what my teenagers taught me about technology?

Nothing gets deleted. Nothing ever goes away.

I talked to LeAnn, Clay.

She told me you wanted to leave your wife and be with her.

So what? I'm a killer because I lied to some piece I had on the side,

is that what you think?

I think you wanted to start all over with some fine young thing

that just adored Clay.

Then you did the math.

And you sure as hell didn't want to live your retirement out

on half your pension and a small rented apartment

on the south side of Chicago.

You know, I really don't even think it was the money.

I know how much you love people thinking you're such a good guy.

"Oh, that Clay, he's a great guy. Stand-up guy!"

You just didn't want anybody to know that you're the kind of guy

who'd step out on his wife after 20 good years.

I'm done with you.

You know, that's a great story, Lou.

The thing is, you can't prove it.

Not yet.

But you're gonna spend the night in a cell.

And I'm gonna spend the night on a plane back to Chicago

and I'm gonna talk to LeAnn in person.

And then I'm gonna search your house.

And I'm gonna search your car.

And I'm gonna search your locker. And I'm gonna talk to your friends.

I'm gonna talk to your neighbors, I'm gonna talk to your pastor.

I'm gonna talk to everybody you know

down to the guy who shines your shoes.

And anything you think I can do to help you, Clay, any favor I can call in,

any length that I could go to, any power or influence I might have,

I'm gonna use all of that to lock your ass up.

Smoke on that.

Hey.

You could've turned away.

You could've squashed that little voice in your head, let your friend walk.

But you didn't.

Diane was my friend too.

It's okay, baby. Oh, sweetie.