The ex-Beatle got up and left with his very arrogant bodyguard. They weren't exactly subtle about it, either.

I left the bodyguard behind to watch the hotel room. Important things are happening here, so I must show my face.

This was a nightmare scenario for any bodyguard: stuck in the middle of a transparent tube, several miles underwater, with a murdering band of fugitives at one end and an enthralled but still highly skilled police officer at the other.

He was a Beatle in a haystack.

We either didn't have enough gas left or they made plays.

(Weaver) came from our left and came screaming through there. I don't know exactly where he was lined up. I was watching the spot of the ball and caught him out of the corner of my eye.