nooo, i ain't a customer, i'm a manhunter. ordinarily. though i do hunt babies, on occasion. hear you got one you can't put your hand to.
wal, that's my business. i'm a tracker- part hopi indian, some say part hound dog. when some dink skips bail, crashes outta the joint, i'm the man they call.
cop won't find your boy. cop couldn't find his own butt if it had a bell on it. wanna find an outlaw, call an outlaw. wanna find a dunkin donuts, call a cop.
price. fair price. and that ain't whatever you say it is; fair price is what the market'll bear. now there are people, mind you, there are people in this land, who'll pay a lot more'n twenty grand for a healthy baby.
give you an idea, when i was a lad i m'self fetched twenty-five thousand on the black market. and them's 1954 dollars. i'm sayin, fair price. for fifty grand i'll track him, find him-
and the people that took him.
i'll kick their butts.
no extra charge.
oh i'll get your boy regardless. cause if you don't pay, the market will.