The way I remember it...

[The rain down his neck, the snipers arrayed around him, ready for his signal.]

We were all waiting, watching the door to see who came out. The killer had to be in there.

But when he came out, that damn journalist was with him. That meant something was weird. Made me stop for a minute, try to figure it out.

If he'd been alone and made a single false fuckin' move...