alright, alright, alright.  shit. i ain't gonna fight you.
ain't my gun.
wish it was. no better gun than smitty and wes .44 mag with serial numbers filed off. got any bullets?
who did i kill?
you mean, what's my alibi right?
i was breakin' and entering. jewelry store on seventh and front, about nine o'clock. not even close to your jurisdiction. i got the rocks to prove it.
sorry i can't help ya. but one to five is better than ten to life.