No, that's where you're wrong, and that's where you're gonna help me. I will have a court date one of these days and you will be there on the stand and you will tell the truth, that you planned this, and you set this up. And I'm gonna go home.
What, you think I know what they wanted? They had me. I did what they asked me to do...arrest you in Panama, hand you over, that's it, that's... It's old news, huh? This is the first day of the rest of our lives. How 'bout we work together, help each other out?
You're mad because someone took a book from you? This is what they took from me. So let's be clear. This is what matters to me. Not you and not your book.
I'm just a soldier in this war, Lincoln, just like you. I did not want to do that. Can you even comprehend the intimacy of the mechanics of what I had to do to that woman? It's horrible. Now, if you and your brother are done playing games, LJ will be fine. If not, the last thing I want to do is start mailing pieces of him to you. But if you push me, and not even that far, I will.
Dad. These guys are thorough. They follow you everywhere. Trust me. (referring to Susan) That bitch is crazy. She cut Sara's head off. I was there. I closed my eyes, but I heard it.
You listen to me. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, alright? The next time you see me, don't take your eyes off me, and I'll tell you what to do, alright?
You know, I run charters and I... Just like I said. I have for years. And one day, that brunette Gretchen, well she asked me if I wanted to be exclusive to her corporation, right? And, uh, well with the money she was offering, I had a pretty good idea she wasn't just trolling for salmon.
You know the other day when you and Lincoln had your little spat in the lobby, and you all distraught and jilted, went across the street to the bar. A cynic might think that was staged. [turns to sucre] I'm a cynic, sugar.
It's a little thing called a tracing number. On the check I gave you. Apparently, your extensive expertise in banking failed you that day. You promptly wired all 25 K to Maricruz Delgado in Chicago at 123 'Please Don't Hurt Me' Lane.
[Screams] If what?! [Pause] What, jackass?! [Stares at each other] You're going to go back there and you're going to get me some real information or Maricruz and her head are gonna part ways. [Turns away] Get outta my car.