Why do you have a cell in your cabin?
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-defense, 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.
And did you?
I have come to believe
that all life is precious.
Even for a man like that?
Who did that to you?
To your family?
I have come to believe
that all Life is precious.
That's why we're having
oatmeal burgers.
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.
