Rusty: I used to live in a car with my mom and one of her loser boyfriends. I used to sleep on the streets. A few crazy letters don't mean Jack to me.
Taylor: Not a few... 29 and counting.
Provenza: Whoever this is, he's watching you. He knows where you go, who you go with--
Rusty: Go? I don't-I don't go anywhere, lieutenant. I might as well be, like, a prisoner right now. Criminal have rights, suspects have rights, but witnesses don't? What kind of bullshit is that? I feel like my life is like... I just... I feel like my life is being sacrificed so that you all can have a trial.