(hyped on drugs)
Let's get this over with. Judah's waiting.
Kali, a cold-eyed heavy-metal femme with a killer's casual stoicism,
is methodically loading bullets into her revolver. She's taking
her own sweet time, in defiance of Curve. There's a tension between
them. Finally, she flicks her wrist, snaps the revolver shut.
Kali walks up to them...
I'm scared, Dad.
Ashe turns to his executioners, pleading with them...
Listen to me, please. He's just a kid. Let him go. He can't hurt
you. He doesn't even know who you are...
...and puts a bullet through Danny's chest. Ashe SCREAMS.
Danny's body slumps forward, dragging Ashe down next to him.
Ashe stares into his son's lifeless eyes.
Curve saunters over, stares down at Ashe, flicks his cigarette
butt off into the water.
Nothing personal, sport. Guess you were just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.