Mister.
-Hey, mister. -What?
You were in that fight, the fight on the radio.
-You're the fighter? -Whatever gave you that idea?
No, come on.
You're him. I know you're him.
-Tell me you're him. -I'm him.
You killed the other boxing man.
-He's dead? -The radio said he was dead.
Sorry about that, Floyd.
-What does it feel like? -What does what feel like?
Killing a man.
Beating another man to death with your bare hands.
What are you, a weirdo?
No. It is a subject I have much interest in.
You are the first person I have ever met who has killed somebody.
So? What does it feel like to kill a man?
I'll tell you what. Give me one of them cigarettes you got up there, and I'll tell you all about it.
So, Esmarelda... Villa Lobos-- Is that Mexican?
The name is Spanish, but I am Colombian.
-That's some handle you got there, honey. -Thank you.
-And what is your name? -Butch.
-Butch. What does it mean? -I'm an American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
So, moving right along,
Esmarelda, what is it you want to know?
I want to know what it feels like to kill a man.
I couldn't tell ya.
Didn't know he was dead until you told me he was dead.
Now that I know he's dead, you wanna know how I feel about it?
I don't feel the least bit bad about it.
What the fuck'd I tell ya? Huh? As soon as the word got out the fix was in, man, the odds went through the roof.
I know. I know. Unbelievable.
Hey, fuck him, Scotty. If he was a better boxer, he'd still be alive.
If he never laced up his gloves, which he never shoulda done in the first fuckin' place, he'd still be alive.
Yeah, well, who gives a fuck?
He's dead. It's over now.
Yeah, well, enough about the poor, unfortunate Mr Floyd. Let's talk about the rich and prosperous Mr Butch.
How many bookies did you lay it around on?
All eight? How long to collect?
You'll have it all by tomorrow night?
No, I understand. A few stragglers aside.
Oh, fuck, Scotty, that is good news. That is great news, man.
Yeah. Mm-hmm. No, me and Fabienne are gonna leave in the morning.
It'll probably take us a couple days to get down to Knoxville.
Okay, my brother. You're right. You're goddamn right.
All right, Scotty, next time I see you, it'll be on Tennessee time. Cool, brother.