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He has epilepsy. He had an attack this morning.

...yeah. Colourful, I guess.

Well, he didn't.

- How are we looking? - Oh, it's perfect.

- Western? Hustler? Pee Wee? - Hey, watch your mouth around the lady.

You were right. It's time for me to be my own boss.

And he will set the record straight, categorically and unequivocally.

Watch the fish tank.

I've got, like, 15,000 left.

Broke two guys' legs right in front of me.

...to get some medicine for my son, Freddie.

It's not your fault, buddy.

Thanks, Omar. Drive safe.

The gun was not Salamanca's.

- Great. Oh, and I want a dolly this time. - What kind?

Be our own bosses. Heh.

Going good, Pop.

It's a lot of money. I know, I'm like a broken record, but it is.

We find an office, share the housekeeping costs, rent, electricity, everything.

Oh. I'm spreading it around.

This. Solo practice. Being my own man again.

Thank you, Pop. For everything.

- You can't deny that. - You deserve more than a lateral move.

You're top-notch.

We wanna put this guy away for years. The gun makes all the difference.

Separate firms under one roof.

♪ They keep things loose They keep 'em tight ♪

...I have a pitch for you.

If I fire you for cause, like I should have done for the TV commercial, no bonus.

Finally got my cocobolo desk.