Pause. Lindsay insists they don't tell the police that. Then she says, "Look, a cannibal showed up at my door." Her voice gets louder with each word: "Entered the premises. He made threats about killing me before." Pause. "No jury is going to convict me for defending myself." Blah the prosecution won't waste time, blah case they won't win. Eugene tries to interrupt. Lindsay shrieks, "I am not standing trial for murder. It'll destroy my career. I have a child." Ha! Career first. Child later. Where's the kid now? And why doesn't she mention Rod in the reasons why she won't go to trial? Shouldn't it have been, "I have a child, a husband, a career, a life?" What-freaking-ever. Lindsay continues, "We need to squash this thing now, and if I have to talk to do that, then I'm going to talk!" Again, Eugene tries to get a word in edgewise: "What if you say something --" She yells, "I won't! I know the drill, Eugene." Eugene and Lindsay continue to bicker about the merits of talking versus not talking. It might not be a good thing if Lindsay "knows the drill." Her state of mind today doesn't have any bearing on her state of mind yesterday. Finally, Lindsay completely loses it and screeches, "If I don't talk, they'll arrest me!" The tension is high. Bobby looks at Ellenor. Ellenor looks at Jimmy. Lindsay finishes, "It's my decision. I want to give them a statement." Eugene leans back in his chair and says, "Bobby. My office, please."