oh, you did, huh? how'd you know it was my wife?
you're pretty cool for a guy gonna take a bullet.
you're a funny guy. it's a shame to take you off. here, kneel down.
this is wild. i never shot no funny guy before.
come on, cut it out. head or chest?
would you quit with the wife? enough is enough.
how fat is she?
oh, that's awful. buddy, you're a fucking rio -- from a kneeling position, hallenbeck flings a handful of gravel at the man's eyes. the man cries out. stumbles backward. and hallenbeck moves like a coiled spring. not drunk at all. he takes the broken bottle he's been clutching and cuts the guy's throat like a knife through butter. the hitman stands with a shocked look on his face. blood bubbling. fires the gun once, into the ground. drops it from nerve- less fingers. stares at hallenbeck, aghast.
bastard. hallenbeck meets his gaze. a savage, feral gleam in his eye.