"We find the guy who hit Sam, you might have to go to keep me from killing him." Eliot doused his head under the water again, hands up in his hair to help scrub the shampoo out. He closed his eyes, but it wasn't only to keep the shampoo out. He needed a moment, after saying that, essentially admitting he wanted to kill the guy, and that he wanted Candy to make sure he didn't go through with it. Beating him up was one thing, killing someone was a whole other ball game. He didn't kill, unless he had to, though he tended to leave men wishing they were dead.