how much.
hey.
makin' trouble for someone?
which kind?
i don't know.
is that her? i bet that's her.
maybe she doesn't even know the english guy.
that don't mean nothin'.
she's nice lookin'.
i dunno. i just said she's nice lookin'.
what d'you mean, any happier?
i dunno. i never met her.
across from stacy. freezes, his own gun in hand.
lemme break.
breaks.
we coulda used the other two-and-a-half grand.
there is?
what?
you do?
like what.
well, we blew it, didn't we? he ain't wrong.
i don't get it.
what's in it?
how we gonna get that lucky?
crouched behind the opposite end of the porch, sticks his head up.
squeezes off two shots.
crouched down. a shot flies over his head.
looks over the edge of the porch.
fires at him.
sees this. stands up to cross the back porch. takes a step forward but is stopped by a bullet in the chest . he looks down at himself.
shit.
a small black hole appears in his cheek. he blinks, begins to raise his hand to his face, and collapses.