y-y-you fucking shot him! that's what happened!
i can't be here! you understand? i can' t--
oh jesus!
what-- what do we do?
i can't be here! jake cocks his gun, never taking his stare off miles.
what about.  the money?
r-r-right now?
not for nothing, jake, but the guy who whacked your buddy? it was me. the king usually farms out for that kind of stuff, but i tell ya, he was so pissed off he couldn't wait for the regular guy. fucker didn't even put down his kung pao chicken.