I've Had Too Much of This Shit, Bruce.

Police were searching properties within a 30-mile radius of the crime scene. Goody pulls his arm out of Reynolds' grasp and glares at him. I've had enough of this shit, Bruce. The police are sweeping the area. Going door to door. Chairs cut her to the floor as men jump to their feet. Across the room Reynolds hangs his head in resignation. It's time to take matters into his own hands. Better than that, we burn it to the ground. That's quite an extreme solution, isn't it?