Bob Morton
What the fuck are you doing? Do you know who I am? If you think you're gonna get away with this, you got another thing... Ahh!
[Clarence Boddicker shoots Morton in the leg. Morton falls]
Bob Morton
Goddammit!
[Clarence fires three more times, shooting Morton in both legs]
Bob Morton
[whimpers]
Stop! I'll give you anything you want! Just please, please don't kill me, all right?
[Clarence pops in a CD and the sneering face of Dick Jones appears onscreen]
Dick Jones
Hello, buddy boy. Dick Jones here. I guess you're on your knees right about now, begging for your life. Pathetic. You don't feel so cocky now, do ya, Bob?
Bob Morton
Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it right now.
Dick Jones
You know what the tragedy is here, Bob? We could have been friends...
[Clarence pulls out a grenade with a pin in it]
Dick Jones
...but you wouldn't go through proper channels.
[Bob shakes his head "no."]
Dick Jones
You went over my head. That hurt...
[Clarence pulls out the pin with his tongue, setting the timer]
Dick Jones
...but life goes on, it's an old story, the fight for love and glory, huh, Bob? It helps if you think of it as a game, Bob. Every game has a winner and a loser.
[Clarence confidently walks out. Morton desperately crawls toward the grenade, bleeding profusely from his legs]
Dick Jones
I'm cashing you out, Bob.
[last thing we see is Morton failing to get a firm grip on the rolling grenade and Jones' smiling face just before the house explodes]