XEdie: I don't think so. I think you need to get the fuck out of my way, or -- hey! You pushed me! Come back here, you little prick, we -- aren't -- done -- Darwin: Edie? Edie: ... Darwin: Edie!
Detective MacHenry knows someone wants this case buried -- but Mac can’t let it go. This isn’t the usual murder-for-money: it’s a brutal killing, the kind that hasn't been seen in generations. Not since the men died.
And I said Hey kid, you think that's oil?
Man, that ain't oil, that's blood
I wonder what he was thinking when he hit that storm
Or was he just lost in the flood?