Van Pelt: I just left the restaurant. I'm heading towards the main road now. Sheriff: Sorry, miss. I didn't see you there. I was just, uh... You okay? Van Pelt: Oh, sure. Absolutely. Just scared me a little. Patrick: He w--he wasn't su-- what the hell is he doing there? Teresa: He was there. He was there that night. Sheriff: Going for a stroll? Van Pelt: Fresh air. Sheriff: Only you need to be careful. We've been looking for a murderer loose around here. Yeah, went after a girl just like you--red hair and all. Van Pelt: No kidding. Sheriff: Yeah. I'll, uh, drive you up to the main road. Van Pelt: Oh, thank you, but... Sheriff: No, no trouble, really. My car's just over here on the side. Van Pelt: Please advise. Cho: Keep it rolling. Sheriff: Beg your pardon? Van Pelt: I'm not used to wearing these shoes. Sheriff: Hey, you, uh, are you out here alone? Van Pelt: I had an argument with my date. Sheriff: Oh, sorry to hear that.You know, if you were my date, i wouldn't, uh, i wouldn't argue, pretty lady like yourself. My car's just right over here. Van Pelt: It--it's okay. I'll walk. Sheriff: Wait, no. I won't let you. Re--really, ma'am. Really, i-i don't feel comfortable letting you go. Van Pelt: Really, i'm fine. Sheriff: I think you're intoxicated. Van Pelt: I am not. Rigsby: Get your hands off her! Sheriff: What the hell's the matter with you? You're under arrest! Rigsby: - No, you're under arrest, you piece of-- Van Pelt: rigsby, calm down. Sheriff: Cho? Is this clown one of yours? What the hell is going on here? Another cop: Sheriff, everything okay? Sheriff: Well, yeah, now it is... Suppose so. Barely.