This is a very shy boy, Will. What were their yards like?
Big back yards. Fences, hedges. Why?
Because, my dear Will, if this pilgrim imagines he has a relationship with the moon, he might go outside to look at it. Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black. If one were nude, it would be better to have privacy for this sort of thing.
That's interesting.
No, it's not. You thought of it before.
I considered it.
You came here to look at me, to get the old scent back again, didn't you?
I want your opinion.
I don't have one right now.
Well, when you have one, I'd like to hear it.
Can I keep this?
I haven't decided yet.
I'll study them. When you get more files, I'd like to see them, too. You can call me. When I have to call my lawyer, they bring me a telephone. Would you like to leave me your home phone number?
No.
Do you know how you caught me?
[Will intensely knocks on the prison door to be let out]
The reason you caught me, Will, is we're just alike. [Will keeps knocking. A prison guard opens the door] Do you understand? [Will leaves] Smell yourself.
