1:34:00
- Oh, Christ.
- What?
1:34:07
They shot my boy.
1:34:14
My son is dead.
1:34:16
Sorry.
1:34:21
You're the reason I'm here.
1:34:24
That's right, I'm here because of you.
1:34:26
Oh.
1:34:51
Shit.
1:34:58
I need my other gun.
Check his jacket. I'll cover you.
1:35:00
- No, let's wait for the real police.
- I am the real police!
1:35:03
So why can't we just sneak outside, huh?
1:35:05
Lady, you don't just run away
from crime. And Betty's in there!
1:35:14
So all of this really is
because of a soap opera?
1:35:18
My son is dead because...
1:35:22
...you wanted to be with this doctor.
1:35:26
This fake doctor.
1:35:28
1:35:35
Well, too late, anyway.
1:35:37
You could at least give me my gun.
1:35:40
Maybe I could shoot my way out.
Take a couple of 'em with me.
1:35:44
I think I'd rather not.
1:35:46
Betty, please. Please.
1:35:48
I don't want to shrivel up alone
in some stinking prison. No way.
1:35:53
I've got my professional pride.
1:35:56
And...
1:35:59
...I don't want somebody else
to get credit for taking me out.