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James Moore:
Look, I'd like to talk to you about Travis.

Ms. Wexler:
There's nothing to talk about.

James Moore:
Do you think maybe, maybe we could go inside, we could sit down. Or maybe I could take you and get a cup of coffee.

Ms. Wexler:
I don't need coffee. And I don't need conversation. Travis is gone. Everyone's happy. Fine.

James Moore:
Not me.

Ms. Wexler:
Not you?

James Moore:
No, ma'am. I'm not happy.

Ms. Wexler:
And why is that?

James Moore:
Gut feeling.

Ms. Wexler:
[laughs then begins coughing]

James Moore:
Ma'am, you all right?

Ms. Wexler:
Come in. Shut the door. [coughing, pours herself a glass of water and drinks some of the water]

Ms. Wexler:
Don't take up smoking.

James Moore:
No, ma'am.

Ms. Wexler:
And stop with the ma'am business, would ya? We're both too old for that.

James Moore:
Okay.

Ms. Wexler:
Travis didn't do what he's being blamed for. Plain and simple. I know it. You know it.

James Moore:
You know this as a fact?

Ms. Wexler:
I know this as a mother.

James Moore:
Okay. Well then, who did do it?

Ms. Wexler:
You're suggesting there is someone? What makes you think that?

James Moore:
Because everybody...

Ms. Wexler:
Yeah. Right.

James Moore:
Oh, okay. I see where you're going with this. So let's say there's some other explanation. Then why, why is Travis taking the blame? Why, why is he saying that he did it? It makes no sense.

Ms. Wexler:
No, it doesn't, Jimmy. But it's Travis we're talking about here. Half of whatever he did in his life never made sense. But the other half made perfect sense.