Det. Harry Philip Lovecraft:
[referring to Amos Hackshaw]
But you know the thing that kills me is how out of the whole phone book he had the dumb luck to pick you.
Det. Harry Philip Lovecraft:
Maybe it wasn't luck, partner... maybe it's fate.
Harry Bordon:
Thought you didn't believe in that stuff.
Det. Harry Philip Lovecraft:
What I don't believe in is unfinished business! Took this to get us face to face so we could settle accounts!
Harry Bordon:
Oh, we'll settle up, you bet we will. No more Lovecraft, no more waking up with the shakes thinking about you hovering over me like some goddamn angel. No more.
[he grabs Lovecraft by his shirtfront and pulls him nose-to nose, snarling:]
Harry Bordon:
You're going to be dead, Lovecraft! I'm gonna be on top of the world! That should settle things once and for all about who was smart and who was a chump! I'm gonna be immortal... and I'm gonna wear your head for a watch-fob!
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