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Ten miles? Great.|Thanks a lot.

I'm going to Mexico|with my Rayanne.

I hope it works out.|You watch the water down there.

I know that water's|supposed to be rough.

- Hey, Frank.|- Give you the shits, they say.

Frank, come here. Remember that guy|I told ya about?

He gave me these.

Bullshit.

It's bullshit, Sam.

- You show these to anybody else?|- No, Frank. That's your girl.

Bullshit!|You show these to somebody else?

- No, I didn't!|- That's bullshit!

Think I must've|dropped my wallet.

- F*** you.|- You show anyone else those pictures?

Goddamn it!

Don't worry about it, a**hole!

What the hell...

What are you doing?

Rayanne, pour me a beer|would you?

Would you stop, please?|I was getting out there.

There's a tow truck back there.|Maybe you didn't realize...

Will somebody please tell me|why is it...

that women can change their minds|whenever the mood strikes them?

We all have moments|where we rethink choices.

- It's natural.|- Natural.

Natural pain in the ass.

You want a beer?

- You sure you don't want a beer?|- Yes.

- You do want a beer.|- No.

That's what I mean!

Yes, no, yes, no, yes, no.

Do you or do you not|want a goddamned beer?

No, I don't want|one of your goddamned beers!

Why don't you shut the hell up|and leave me alone?

Drink it.

I'll leave you alone.

Where are we going?

You see, Karen, my wife Rayanne here,|she seems to think...

that I'm one of those bad to the bone,|unrepentant a**holes.

I think she brings it out in me.|What do you think?

It seems to me that you two|can work it out.

Is that what you think?|I think it's a little too late for that.

It's way too late.

I know now that|it'll never work out.

'Cause, you see...

I've had a sudden,|unforeseen realization...

that has left me saddened...

and terribly hurt.

What are you talking about?

It occurred to me back there that|I had seen that pickup truck before.

Maybe, Rayanne...

you might have|an understanding going on.

Come on!

This is Frank.

You can tell me the truth.

Tell me.

Lie! You're always|lying to me!

Sam...

was thoughtful enough to show me|some photographs of you.

I was shocked. I've never|seen you like that before.

I don't know what you mean.

Talking about the f***ing beaner|you've been f***ing!

That's what I'm talking about!

- He's gonna kill me!|- Look at me.

She's right.

I am gonna kill her.|Sh*t's what it is.

Talk to me.

Turn around|and talk about this.

We can work this out.|Come on.

You're a big guy.|You don't need a gun.

Put the gun down.

Open the door! Sh*t.

Here we go.

Sh*t!

Oh, my God!|Thank God!

- The door. Is it locked?|- It locks automatically.

You sure?|Is it bulletproof?

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