NICK: You’ve been here…
CLAIRE: Twelve years.
NICK: It’s a big world. You should see more of it.
CLAIRE: Can’t just leave. Everybody is vulnerable occasionally, you don’t cut out on friends. It’s more than just work, everything I have is because of the Boss.
NICK: And if it wasn’t for him you’d be, what…their Kitty? Married? Dead? Happy?
CLAIRE: I don’t see you leaving.
NICK: Well, you’ve ruined me, so.
THE BOSS: You stupid sons of bitches, I should fuck you all! How did this happen?
DUNCAN: He’s dead.
NICK: ‘Course he is.
THE BOSS: Well who didn’t fucking search him?
CLAIRE: He was fucking clean!
DUNCAN: Obviously fucking not.
THE BOSS: Well who was near the fuck?
“What happened to your leg?”
“I shot myself.”
“What’s gonna happen to you when I’m gone?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.
“Where are the two men?”
“I killed ‘em. Wanna help me bury ‘em?”
“Okay.”
“We all choose to be where we are.”
“I didn’t. I was traded in a drug debt when I was fifteen.”
“Oh bad childhood, I don’t give a fuck!”
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“You’re questioning my investigation and my orders. That audit should begin and end with me.”
“It won’t.”
