i seen her.  maybe.
oh man. never shoulda opened my damn mouth. now i'm gonna git it.
she came in on a truck. a big white one.
then she.  she got in another truck.
dunno. some men. bad men. they say i'm a dummy, but i ain't. i see things.
uh-huh. route seven. up by the river.
dunno. they don't tell me that kind of stuff.
i ain't talking to you no more.
man, you're the dummy.
don't you git it? the police is the ones in on it!
should be.  i clocked him pretty good.
rise and shine, dad.
c'mon, shake a leg.
give us some answers and you might find out. according to her, you've got a pretty good pile of ready cash sitting in the bank. is that true?
uh-huh.  well, 'some' doesn't cut it. your wife gave us a dollar figure. i want the same exact from you.
fluctuates, my ass. if a hotshot like you ain't tracking his bottom line, it'd be the first time in history. what do you think, earl?
yeah, i suppose. too bad. guess you're not the donut magnate after all. waste of time. plug him.
say again.
shut up.
there's reports of an accident up five mile, but that's about it.
i told you we shoulda gotten rid of 'em like that couple up in utah. nice and clean.
gotcha good, huh, al? oughta be more careful next time.
grins as the shot whistles past harmlessly. he reloads the shotgun, snaps it shut and returns fire -- blam!
veers away, swearing, as hammers and chisels and power tools hit the asphalt and bounce up into his path.
sonofabitch!