 Okay, you ain't got two can play at that game. I wouldn't try it, Whitman. You might find a little tough opposition in this gun I'm holding. Yeah, take this handkerchief and wipe the blood off your mouth. I don't like the sight of blood. That's better. If you're smart, Whitman, you'll also get any idea you might have about squawking at the police right out of your brain. That's right. Unless you want to sit on my lap in the electric chair. What do you mean? No one would believe you and Steve weren't in on this thing together.