What the fuck are you doing? Do you know who I am? If you think you're gonna get away with...

Bob Morton: What the fuck are you doing? Do you know who I am? If you think you're gonna get away with this, you got another thing... Ahh! [Clarence Boddicker shoots Morton in the leg. Morton falls] Bob Morton: Goddammit! [Clarence fires three more times, shooting Morton in both legs] Bob Morton: [whimpers] Stop! I'll give you anything you want! Just please, please don't kill me, all right? [Clarence pops in a CD and the sneering face of Dick Jones appears onscreen] Dick Jones: Hello, buddy boy. Dick Jones here. I guess you're on your knees right about now, begging for your life. Pathetic. You don't feel so cocky now, do ya, Bob? Bob Morton: Whatever he's paying you, I'll double it right now. Dick Jones: You know what the tragedy is here, Bob? We could have been friends... [Clarence pulls out a grenade with a pin in it] Dick Jones: ...but you wouldn't go through proper channels. [Bob shakes his head "no."] Dick Jones: You went over my head. That hurt... [Clarence pulls out the pin with his tongue, setting the timer] Dick Jones: ...but life goes on, it's an old story, the fight for love and glory, huh, Bob? It helps if you think of it as a game, Bob. Every game has a winner and a loser. [Clarence confidently walks out. Morton desperately crawls toward the grenade, bleeding profusely from his legs] Dick Jones: I'm cashing you out, Bob. [last thing we see is Morton failing to get a firm grip on the rolling grenade and Jones' smiling face just before the house explodes]