Eastman

Why do you have a cell 

in your cabin? 

Eastman :

Built this place with my wife a while 

before our daughter was born. 

It didn't have a cell back then. 

That was just the other 

side of the living room. 

In my job I interviewed 

over 800 men and 25 women 

convicted of awful things. 

Stuff from the darkest part 

of the human soul. 

I was evaluating 

a man by the name of 

Crighton Dallas Wilton. 

(chuckles)

Name like that, sounded like 

he should own an oil company 

and wear a big hat-- 

Crighton Dallas Wilton. 

Despite doing some 

truly unspeakable acts, 

he was up for parole. 

And he was one of the most damn 

likable people I had ever met. 

He said all the right things, 

he went to therapy —

He wrote letters to the prison board

 to start a program to grow flowers 

for the waiting rooms 

in state hospitals, rest homes. 

And I saw right through him. 

Saw that he was a 

true psychopath, that 

he knew how to play people, 

exactly how to play people. 

I was interviewing him 

next to the cafeteria. 

The place smelled of industrial pizza. 

They were polishing the floor. 

I had to shout my questions half the time. 

And there was this moment. 

Can't even remember the exchange --

But right then I knew 

that Crighton knew that 

I knew exactly 

What He Was —

Everything he had said, 

done to hide away 

what he was from everyone, 

from himself, just slipped away, 

and... and that model prisoner 

of 10 years stood up, smiled, and 

just cracked me across the face. 

His fist felt like a rock. 

Then he was on top of me 

and the floor polisher next door 

was thudding out every sound. 

And I-- and 

I saw his face, his-- 

his eyes, his evil. 

Mask had slipped. 

And he was gonna 

kill me right then and there 

because he knew 

I would make sure 

he would never 

get out again. 

Arm bar counter for being choked 

from a pinned position. 

Aikido. I wasn't taking it for self-defence, 

but it saved my life. 

And I got to make sure 

he never got out again. 

Well, got to try. 

He got out. 

Talked to the right people 

who got him the right things 

and he broke out, 

but it wasn't to escape. 

Crighton Dallas Wilton 

went to my home 

and killed my wife, 

my daughter, and my son. 

He walked down the street to 

the police station around the corner 

covered in their blood. 

He surrendered. 

Said the only reason 

he broke out was 

to destroy my life. 

A year passed... 

and he was still working those plots. 

They just let him work those 

plots by the roads out by 85, 

grow chrysanthemums, 

forget-me-nots. 

I built that cell with the full intention 

of bringing Crighton Dallas Wilton here, 

putting him behind those bars 

and watching him 

starve to death. 

Morgan :

And did you? 

Eastman :

.....I have come to believe 

that all life is precious. 

Morgan :

Even for a man like that? 

Who did that to you? 

To your family? 

Eastman :

.....I have come to believe 

that all Life is precious. 

That's why we're having 

oatmeal burgers. 

Morgan :

You're good at it. 

Redirecting. 

We need more gear. 

Tarp, crowbar. 

I'm thinking we could try for 

the islands off the coast. 

I think people could have gone there. 

Hell, at the very least, 

we could see the beach.