The Rundown Page #5

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and don't come back.

And the $10,000?

Consider it

tax-deductible.

A contribution

to your personal health fund.

With all due respect,

Mr. Hatcher,

l'm feeling pretty healthy.

Oh, yeah?

Walk.

Don't make waves.

Look out for the chair!

Wow.

You gonna kill us all,

Mr. Beck?

l tried to be reasonable.

That's not the way

to do business.

You should have kept the gun.

You're dead already.

You just don't know it yet.

TRAVIS:
This is Option B?

Are you kidding me?

Quiet.

You're dead. You're so dead.

We're not gonna be able to get

out of here. All this land,

Hatcher owns it.

The road that you're on,

the air that you're breathing

right now...

Hatcher owns it all.

Shut up.

Let me just say that whatever

my father is paying you,

l will double it.

No.

l'll quadruple it.

l'll double it

and quadruple it.

No!

You're being unreasonable.

l'm gonna give you

one more chance to reconsider.

l'll give you one more chance

to shut your mouth.

ls that your final answer?

For what it's worth,

l hope you enjoy the fall.

Yeah? What fall?

This fall.

[Horn blaring]

[Travis screaming]

[Rumbling]

That went well.

Where's the frigging keys?

Yeah. All right.

Oh, yeah. That's right.

Travis?

Good God.

Travis!

l'm not going back.

Oh, you're going back.

No way.

Right now.

Who the hell

do you think you are, huh?

You come into my town,

mess up my bar...

and you eyeball my woman.

Eyeball your woman?

lt's on.

What's this, huh?

Who is this?

ls he your friend?

Do you know him?

Do you? Say hello.

Say hello. Say hello.

Are you finished? Let's go.

Big boy,

you like thunderstorms, huh?

l'll bet you do, right?

Little thunder.

Stop it.

Little lightning.

Stop it.

Thunder, lightning.

Thunder, lightning.

Stop it!

You done beating me up?

Let's go.

Yeah.

l'm tired of this.

Yeah, you win.

Come on! Go to sleep.

Go to sleep!

Night-night! Night-night!

Go to sleep! Come on!

Obviously, we got off

on the wrong foot here...

so l'm gonna be

completely candid with you.

Have you ever heard

of the Gato do Diabo?

The Devil's Cat?

You know what?

You're gonna stop speaking

right now.

All right.

lt's a priceless object, man,

forged out of pure gold.

lt's worth millions.

l thought you said

it was priceless.

You do not want

to argue semantics

with a PhD candidate.

PhD?

Yeah.

l am really very close

to being Dr. Travis Walker.

You dropped out of Stanford

after two semesters, Einstein.

So l'm fairly close.

Closer than you.

You're close to getting

your ass kicked again.

We got a plane to catch.

Wait, wait, wait.

The Gato is real, all right?

l know where to find it.

l'll split it with you,

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