When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room, accept no substitutes.

So where's Melanie?

Well that's what I wanted to tell you see she was bugging me the whole time she got prissy with me because I wouldn't let her carry the bag and then she started running her fucken mouth about you know because I couldn't remember where the car was parked right where we came out and then she got on me about that is it this isle Lewis is it that isle Lewis it's totally fucking with my nerves man...

So what you left her there?

I shot her.

You shot Melanie?

Twice. In the parking lot.

You couldn't talk to her?

How could you talk to her?

You couldn't just hit her?

Maybe but at that moment I don't know.

You shot her - twice? Is she dead?

I I I... pretty much.

Whatchumean pretty much Lewis that ain't no fucken answer yes or no is she dead?

I think so.

You think so tell me Lewis is...

She's dead she's dead.

Where'd you shoot her?

In the chest and the stomach.

If you had to do it then you had to do it right. What we don't want is that bitch surviving on us. Anybody but that woman.