what's that for?
so?
i'm not doing it.
it's your deal. you sweated it out of him, you pick it up.
that's not the point.
i'm not picking it up.
how 'bout this--how 'bout you put that shield on this table and vanish before you end up dead or in jail?
you ever shoot anybody was looking you in the eye?
whole different story; isn't it?
there's not a soul in this county isn't sick to death of your bullshit, charley. you made yourself scarce, you could make a lot of people happy.
now or later, charley. you won't have any trouble finding me.
muchacho--mas cerveza por favor.
let's go.
goddammit!
how old is that girl? goddammit, where's your goddam sense?
gimme the keys--gimme the goddamn car keys, son--
you drive her home and tell her mother where we found her--
you just shut that filthy mouth, son. i'll deal with you when we get home--
music continues. stepping in the door, seeing, calls out--