Get out of here, Charlie.I thought we had a deal.I welched. I'm a welcher. Didn't I tell you?No, what you told me was that you gave me all the bullets.I lied.Yeah, well, you could have fooled me.And I did. Charlie, how you ever gonna survive in this world without me?Why don't you just give me the gun,all right ? What... What are you doing?I'm gonna shoot you too. Your life's finished anyway.Your friend George's gonna sing like a canary.And so are you. And once you've sung, Charlie, my boy, you're gonna take your place on that long, gray line of American manhood. And you will be through.I'd like to disagree with you, Colonel.You're in no position to disagree with me, boy. I got a loaded 45 here.You got pimples. I'm gonna kill ya, Charlie, because I can't bear the thought of you sellin' out!
