Screw small towns. Billy hated them, because just if course when Billy decided to get it on in the car, a woman saw the fogged up windows of the car she called the cops, thinking there was a murder, practically clutching her damn pearls.

You boredly sit in the interrogation room as you wait. Billy waiting in Hopper’s office.

“We didn’t do anything!”

You can hear Billy yell in the next room, followed by an annoyed grunt as the door opened like Hopper left the room.