Just before the bishop is murdered, I'm trapped in the back seat of a parked stolen car with Steve Buscemi in the driver's seat and Woody Harrelson in the passenger's seat. Someone shoots Woody in the back with a pellet, causing him to lock a blade into Steve, which means Steve has to climb out onto the hood and hang on to the rear view mirror and promise to blow the whole garage to smithereens within fifteen minutes if no one is willing to say he's sorry. There is a tense silence. I step out to sleep in a large aseptic waiting room with a hundred of my mother's friends and about twenty roaming cats.