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1:14:01
which he never shoulda done in the first
fuckin' place, he'd still be alive.

1:14:03
[ Hawks, Spits ]
1:14:05
Yeah, well, who gives a fuck ?
It's over now.

1:14:09
Yeah, well, enough about the poor,
unfortunate Mr. Floyd.

1:14:12
Let's talk about the rich
and prosperous Mr. Butch.

1:14:16
How many bookies did you
lay it around on ?

1:14:19
All eight ?
How long to collect ?

1:14:23
So you'll have it all
by tomorrow night ? No, I understand.

1:14:26
A few stragglers aside.
Oh, fuck, Scotty, that is good news.

1:14:29
That is great news, man.
1:14:32
Yeah. Mm-hmm. No, me and Fabienne
are gonna leave in the morning.

1:14:36
It'll probably take us
a couple days to get down to Knoxville.

1:14:39
Okay, my brother.
1:14:41
[ Laughing ]
You're right.

1:14:43
You're goddamn right.
1:14:46
All right, Scotty, next time I see you,
it'll be on Tennessee time.

1:14:49
Cool, brother.
1:15:07
$45.60.
1:15:13
And, uh,
1:15:15
here's a little something
for the effort.

1:15:18
Now, if anybody asks you who your fare
was tonight, what are you gonna say ?

1:15:22
The truth.
1:15:24
Three well-dressed,
slightly toasted Mexicans.

1:15:29
Bonsoir,
Esmarelda Villa Lobos.

1:15:32
Buenas Noches, Butch.
1:15:46
Whew.
1:15:49
Keep the light off.
1:15:51
- Is that better, Sugar Pop ?
- Oui.

1:15:54
- [ Siren Wailing ln Distance ]
- [ Dog Barking ]

1:15:58
Hard day at the office ?

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