 It's him, all right. Mike Hasley. No. No. I told you. I told you. No. Oh, not that. No. What I'd like to know is why they did it this way. Sticking him full of little holes and blowing his brains out and then drowning him. I don't get it. No. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Joe. Joe, grab her. Good Lord. She's trying to kill him all over again. A man may be dead