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Fran Carvey: What's the plan?
Rudy Travis: The plan is shut up.
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[At Benyon's compound]
Jack Benyon: Thought I'd never see you again. The news said one dead.
Doc McCoy: [drops the bag] Three dead. Hansen got jumpy and shot a guard, and Rudy got ambitious and killed Hansen, then he lost his head and tried to kill me.
Jack Benyon: How's your wife?
Doc McCoy: Let's cut up this money. I wanna get outta here.
Jack Benyon: I don't like complications.
Doc McCoy: Well, you pull these kinds of jobs, you take those chances.
Jack Benyon: You know, McCoy? You and I are two of a kind.
Doc McCoy: No, I don't think so. I like to do my own dirty work. I never much like guys like you, crooks that want to look respectable.
Jack Benyon: [chuckles] You still don't get it, do ya? That's funny, because I've always heard what a smart operator you are. So let's just look at the situation: One, a very attractive young woman. Two, the woman's husband, a killer and a thief, serving a long sentence in a Mexican hellhole. Three, a businessman, lots of power and influence, a fella who can easily get the husband a pardon. But why should he? Well... one simple reason, the obvious reason: Money. But maybe there are other considerations. The wife is very attractive and she proves to be willing. Very willing. She sees an opportunity and she takes it. Who can blame her? She's tired of life on the run. Her husband, he's a loser. She wants something better, and so the inevitable happens. A very... intimate alliance. A very pleasurable alliance, enjoyed by both parties both vigorously and repeatedly. Enjoyed. And then the moment arrives. The husband is baited to a remote place. A place... well, Doc, kinda like this.
[Carol sneaks into Benyon's place with her gun, unbeknownst to Doc and Jack]
Jack Benyon: Don't think too badly about your wife, Doc. After all, you were locked up in prison. She is a stunningly, healthy young woman.
[Carol fires five rounds at Benyon, killing him as he falls on the patio; Doc, pointing the gun, is shocked at Carol for killing him, but relents]
Doc McCoy: [picks up Carol's gun and the bag] I see you've been practicing.
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