this mystery man with the scar.  . the zigzag, whatever.
we couldn't find him. and, obviously, the jury didn't buy it.
you fuck. don't do that.
oh yes. never been better.
probably parked near some high school with a hardon. fuck never showed.
don't look at me, asshole.
back off. i mean it.
i can think of one.
well someone isn't. they killed dutton.
no shit. you couldn't get close to him. but i'm betting you know who did. who's into corvis? huh?
not a lot of calls. business slow?
who is it?
if you're covering for someone, that's jail time. i got my eye on you.
no, no.
no! shit!
you're the guy killed dutton.
stop the car.
fuck. me.
not my arm! what you fucking want?
why? why's anything happen? it's all money, man. money. the girl just got in the way.
nobody.
i swear. it's a bullshit fucking story the loser boyfriend made up.
are you out of your fucking mind? we're going to die.
you're him. corvis.