"Take it easy," Dave says, putting a hand on Bill's shoulder. "You just got hit with a fu-- a cast-iron skillet."

"I thought somebody was breakin' in on me." Mrs. Freeda's voice is quaking as she places the skillet on an end table. "You lawmen're supposed to announce yourselves, an' here all you're doin' is spittin' filthy language in my house."

Dave bites back a response and focuses on Bill.

"Listen here, Bill, can you tell me how you're feelin'? You sick to your stomach?"