 Now, you're in this as deep as I am. And if you insist on carrying on this way, you'll hang yourself. No, no, no. You hear it, too. You just don't want to admit it. You're insane. But you must. His heart. Hasler's still beating in the trunk. The transfer is dead and buried. But not his heart. The Indian, he heard it. He knew. Stop it. Stop it. You don't hear it. From the trunk. From Hasler's heart. In the trunk. I'll show you. What are you... The garage up ahead. We're turning in. Phyllis! I'm asking the attendant to open the trunk to check the fare. And you're not getting out of the car.