[Blake makes a low, hoarse, guttural sound that might've been born the same species as a laugh.] Yeah, keeping a cool head. That's what everybody says.

Thinking things through, letting your head go against your gut...

[Blake taps his cards against the table.]

If I'd done that, maybe this case would've turned out different.

But it turned out how it turned out. Same thing with yours. Your buddy isn't dead, and now you know better.

Mine...hell. I could've been smarter, but it wouldn't have changed anything important.

[Nothing would change who the killer was, or that Blake wouldn't have found him in a million years.]

[He lays his cards down. Nothing.]