"You, sir, are hitting the head on the nail. You're good. Got spiked through the chest. Wife...set up with some Hun-dan! S'been one thing after another," Wash said downing what had been poured in the glass.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I know what's goin' on here. This...City place. This...this," he grabs the other man's face in his hand. "Shhh, no, listen. I know-I know what's going on here. Shh! Okay. Okay." He whispered, then. "This is hell." He nodded emphatically. "Is. Only explanation. Some kind of perdagority." He gesticulated. "You know. Preacher man was right. Shoulda gotten myself saved or blessed or somethin'."
He then patted Jesse on the face and tipped the bottle into the glass again.