The Detective:
Now, about last night... oh, I forgot.
[chuckles]
The Detective:
Your memory's not too good about last night.
The Driver:
I remember everything.
The Detective:
Alone in your room.
The Driver:
Yeah.
The Detective:
You can do better than that.
The Driver:
I don't have to.
[the Detective dumps a full cup of hot coffee in The Driver's lap; reacting to the pain, he jumps up into a fighting stance]
The Detective:
Go ahead, throw it! It'll cost ya two years.
[Goads The Driver by offering his chin]
The Detective:
You wanna throw it, go on! Go on! *Go on.* Now, you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna catch the cowboy that's never been caught - cowboy desperado. Now get outta here.
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