mr. leclaire? it was you, wasn't it? "i just happened to be driving by." isn't that what you said? well, i got to thinking after you came to see me. i did a little research. well, it seems like you're always just driving by or walking by or standing right there when something's going to happen. it's not what you think. oh, isn't it? well, what exactly do i think, anyway? do i think you get tipped off before something bad happens so you can get there and just get your shot? or do i think you're some kind of sick scumbag who sets these things up yourself? which is it? put the gun down, mr. leclaire. killing me's not going to make anything better. they'll just-- they'll just put you away. why do i care about that? i've got nothing to live for. everybody i loved died because you had to get your damn pictures. i'm sorry. you've got to believe me, i am so sorry, and i would make it up to you if i could. try. please, please. mr. leclaire, we have to go. i've got nowhere to go. i should have died like this a long time ago. all right, man, we'll talk about it... outside, okay? if all we hav