Well. Ain't she just full of questions... and ain't that his old self talkin'.

(Tiger don't change its stripes.)

"Not too long, Freckles. And so far as not so bad goes, ain't nothin' to do there except drink anyhow." And a man can only take so much of that before he starts head-butting public officials.

Like he knew what he was doin': conning people ain't got a damn thing in common with killing 'em, except for the fact they're both illegal. So what if the concept of drinkin' to forget sounded real damn good to him, and goin' to jail for a barroom brawl was so damn preferable to bein' out there on the streets?

Everything's upside down and backwards in Australia anyhow. It's one place he wouldn't mind never seein' again.

"What'd you do while you were there?" Fair's fair.