Well, the guy was in pretty bad shape. I couldn't just let him suffer.
I don't know what to say. I mean, that's not manslaughter. That's murder.

It's euthanasia.
How did you explain it to the police?

I didn't.
You drove away?!

I didn't just drive away.
What do you mean you didn't just drive away?

Well, I had to bury the bodies.
Oh God...

Don't worry. It's not like I dug a hole right there on the side of the road. I'm not stupid. I dragged the guy into the woods, I dug a hole--a deep one--I threw the bodies in, and I covered them up.
Bodies? Bodies? Why do you keep saying bodies? I thought you killed one person.

Well, the hooker saw the whole thing.
You're kidding me, right?

I couldn't just let her go.
How did you do it? How did you murder the hooker?

You had a baseball bat in the trunk.
My baseball bat? You smashed a hooker's head in with the bat I had signed by Bake McBride?

Was it signed?
Where is it?

The bat?
Where is it?!

I left it in the woods.
Why would you do that?

I didn't think you'd want it back after that.
You've got to go get it. You've got to drive back to the woods, find that bat and get rid of it.

That's not a good idea. The place is probably crawling with cops by now.
Why would the police be there? Did anybody see you? Did they see you in my car?

Don't worry. Nobody saw me.
Then why would the police be there?

Well, I felt kinda bad about everything. I figured those two deserved a better burial than the one I gave them off the interstate, even the hooker. So, I called the police--anonymously--and told them everything that happened and where they can find the bodies.
And that's who has you on hold?

Yeah, but don't worry. I told them that if they even tried to trace the call, I'd slash a river of gore through this entire state--I was bluffing--and then they put me on hold.
Jesus Christ, this isn't happening.

Hey, that's your doorbell. You'd better get that. Here, can you take the phone? I'll just let myself out the back.