 Joe, I don't get it. Can't you let bygones be bygones? But Owen couldn't swim. But this afternoon, when you thought we were all at a good, safe distance, I walked up the beach club looking for you, and I saw you swimming in the pool. But... but I learned... And your bandage was off. We'll start talking. Or do I have to do the talking to the cops? Listen, Joe, you gotta wait. You gotta give me time. Now, don't get me wrong. No one in this town would be gladder to have Bud Owen come back than me. After all, I've taken plenty because he disappeared, but