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.