— Good afternoon, Walt.
— I told you I'm not going to confession.
— Why didn't you just call the police?
— What?
— I do work with some of the Hmong gang and I heard there was trouble in the neighborhood. Why didn't you call the police?
— Well… You know, I prayed that they would show up… but nobody answered.
— What were you thinking? Someone could have been killed. We're talking life and death here.
— When things go wrong, you gotta act quickly. When we were in Korea and a thousand screaming gooks came across our line we didn't call the police, we reacted.
— So… what do you want?
— I promised your wife I'd get you to go to confession.
— Now, why would you do that?
— She was very insistent. She made me.
— You're kind of fond of promising things you can't deliver on. Right, Father?
— Damn all this. Just isn't fair.
— Nothing's fair, Father.