Quick:
[Quick is at the open door of Tommy's apartment]
Tommy... hey man, you asleep? Tommy! Yo... hey... hey... hey... hey...
[sees Tommy dead in his chair, bullet-ridden and with his throat cut]
Quick:
Holy shit... somebody fucked you up real bad, man. I think I'm going to leave, cause you probably want to sit there by yourself, alone, and think about who you pissed off. So, I'll let you have your space. Excuse me.
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