 Back there in the woods, I would have killed you without a moment's hesitation. But I couldn't. You're part of my alibi. Now, you're in this as deep as I am. And if you insist on carrying on this way, you'll hang yourself. No, no, no. You hear it, too. You just don't want to admit it. You're insane. But you must. His heart. Hasler's still beating in the trunk. Hasler is dead and buried. But not his heart. The Indian, he heard it. He knew. Stop it. Stop it. You don't hear it. Who? Who? Who? From the trunk? From Hasler's heart. In the trunk, is it? I'll show you. What are you... The garage up ahead. We're turning into...