Someone once told me, a man likes what he sees, a woman likes what she hears. Judging on the two coming, I'm going to have to pull off one hell of a stunt... Ryan, pull yourself together. They're just cops. They have families. They are doing their job. But, so did the last guy who's now stinking in my trunk. What is this feeling? Why can't I take my eyes off them. Why do I want this to end up with them rotting in my trunk? Oh yes. I remember. I remember it all now.