I don't yet know who it is I'm after. Until I do, you'll have to wait in Washington for...

Walter Sullivan: I don't yet know who it is I'm after. Until I do, you'll have to wait in Washington for instructions. Michael McCarty: I'm afraid that's out of the question. Mine is not particularly creative work, and I do it only because I enjoy living beyond my means. I can't afford to just sit around. Walter Sullivan: My father died when I was nine years old. He was a miner. He died of lung disease. I became rich at twenty-five, and the first thing I did was to buy that mine, close it down, and give every miner fifty thousand dollars to retire on. You *will* wait in Washington, Mr. McCarty. You *will* choose a penthouse suite, and I *will* put one million dollars into a Swiss bank of your choosing. And when the time comes... two million dollars a bullet. Michael McCarty: ...You are a salesman, sir. Walter Sullivan: Selling sin is easy.