We were fucked at the warehouse. Right here's a walk in the fucking park. No more bodies to put down for you right here.

[No friends are standing in his way. No Joe. No cops. Nobody but themselves now. Larry's not sure of he's part of the problem or the solution anymore. Hell, he's confused as to what the problem is at all. The kid needs to get his head cleared, fine. But Larry can't be a part of that because he helped get it screwed up then, huh? What did he do? Can't it go back to Black Magic Woman. No. The kid is a cop. Things don't ever quit being complicated.

He's going to the kitchen, not away not out. Just...thirsty. Which isn't a good idea. The fridge swings open only to be slammed shut as he answers to this box business that won't die.]

I didn't spy on you. I wanted to take a look at the piece of shit that you're trusting. If you get hurt--I'll fucking kill him.