 I reach for the phone on the night table. I call you. I've been sitting here since, with a bottle. Mm-hmm. And the gun, is it yours, Warren? You know that gun is mine. It was on the floor. It's the gun that killed him. Joe, do you think I did it? Well, I don't have to tell you how it looks. I know how it looks. What I want to know is, do you think I did it?