You want that gun, don't ya, Zed?
Go ahead and pick it up.
Go ahead. Pick it up.
Come on-- Thatta boy!
I want you to pick it up, Zed.
Step aside, Butch.
-You okay? -I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
What now?
"What now"? Let me tell you what now.
I'm gonna call a couple of hard, pipe-hittin' niggers... to go to work on the homes here... with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.
You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy?
I ain't through with you by a damn sight!
I'm gonna get medieval on your ass.
I meant what now between me and you.
Oh, that "what now."
I tell you what now between me and you.
There is no me and you. Not no more.
-So, are we cool? -Yeah, we cool.
Two things.
Don't tell nobody about this.
This shit is between me, you...
and Mr "Soon-To-Be-Livin' The-Rest-Of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain"... rapist here.
It ain't nobody else's business.
Two: You leave town tonight. Right now.
And when you gone, you stay gone, or you be gone.
-You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal? -Deal.
Get your ass outta here.