Regali: Well, well. It's the FBI agent.
(Doggett sits on the stool next to Regali.)
Doggett: I'm not here as an FBI agent. I'm here as a father.
Regali: Whoaa. What could that mean?
Doggett: I want to know what happened to my son.
Regali: I don't know who killed your son. But I like you, FBI. I really do. I'll tell you how it could have happened, hypothetically.
(Doggett is listening.)
Regali: Say there was this guy ... a businessman. And say this businessman - in the course of doing business - has to associate with any number of thugs, sickos, perverts. Like Bob Harvey, for example. And say this Bob Harvey likes little boys. Yeah. Disgusting. Say one day, Bob Harvey sees a little boy riding a bike, and he can't stand it. He grabs the boy. So, Harvey takes the boy back to his place only he doesn't tell the businessman what he's doing. So, the businessman walks in on him. You see what I'm saying, FBI? The boy sees the businessman's face. The businessman who never did nothing to this little boy. That's a problem. Well, every problem has got a solution, right?
(He is finished with his story and walks out leaving Doggett.)