Garden of Evil

- How far is this place?
- Several days.

I wonder how she remembers
the way.

- Maybe she's got a good memory.
- No.

No, she's got a map.
She takes it out, unfolds it,
and then puts it away carefully.

When she thinks no one's looking.
- But you were.
- Always.

You see that? Before this is over,
you'll be just like that horse.

Eating right out of her hand.
Maybe it isn't the woman,
maybe it's the sugar.

Not you, Daly. Me.
I got a better reason.

You telling me what to do?
- Just this once.
- Just once, Hooker.

Nobody ever tells me
what to do.

All right.
This time I'm asking you.

I don't think I like him.
I don't think I like any part of him.
You understand?

- There's nothing more simple.
- And I'm not sure if I like you.

I'm talking.
Don't turn your back on me.