I at least got you to admit I'm funnier than you.

Just what I like. You know me too well.

Tim's lackin' his usual spark today. I'll take my chances.

Tim? Jesus, buddy, you look like shit.

So…that's it, then? No seekin' for revenge?

Then why the hell did he?

This is Boyd Crowder we're talkin' about. I don't know what shit he's into now, but if there's somethin' fishy about this, I wanna know about it.

Moran. Forensics got some prints, places Boyd at his house a few months ago. Now, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

How ‘bout I take you back to the station and we debate there? My partner’s waiting in our car over behind those trees. She’d love to have a nice chat with you while you’re on your tummy, hands behind your back.

Oh, were you? So now you're playing the hero. Which you're shit at, by the way.

I know you got Eddie Moran, Boyd. Last time I saw you, you made up some shit, but I'm not fallin' for that this time.

Hey, Boyd. You look like you slept under a pile of leaves.

Hey, Tim. How's the hand?

I think we get the picture, Art.

I wasn’t going to take a chance, especially because of the bullet inside of Tim. I wanted the guy’s balls on a platter anyway, Art. He killed 15 people. Take this fella out, there ain’t gonna be more murders in Frankfort for now. How’s Tim doin’?

I didn't. Tim did, and besides, he—

You reckon? That's reassuring.

Nice shot. The citizens of the Bahamas thank you for your service. You have fun?

You wanna go back and see that witness…what was her name? Dempsey? You should ask her out, but remember, it's only a date if both of you are aware you're on one.

Say, after we get our guy, maybe we head back to my place, show me your hand still works.