Marcus Duvall:
Call Roenick.
Marion Bishop:
Who's Roenick?
[Marcus tortures Bishop by pressing his gun against Bishop's gunshot wound]
Marion Bishop:
.
Marcus Duvall:
It's that son of a bitch out there. Isn't it? Call Roenick. Tell him I'm dead.
Marion Bishop:
You know me, Marcus. I cannot tell a lie.
[laughing]
Marion Bishop:
Look at you. When I first approached you ten years ago, you couldn't look me in the eye. One of those nervous God fearing types. Now, you put a bullet in me, no hesitation. You're quite the changed man this New Year's, Marcus.
Marcus Duvall:
[acknowledging Bishop's refusal to cooperate]
. Now, this is the last fucking time. Tell me where Roenick is.
Jake Roenick:
[Jake appears]
He doesn't have to.
[continuing to walk towards Duvall aiming his gun]
Jake Roenick:
Drop your weapon.
[Duvall stands up and aims his weapon at Bishop with a long pause ensuing]
Marion Bishop:
What are you waiting for? Shoot him.
Jake Roenick:
Shut up! Put the gun down, Duvall.
Marcus Duvall:
What are you going to do? Are you going to shoot me? Arrest me? You going to kill a cop?
Jake Roenick:
There's only one cop here. Now, put the God damn gun down. You're caught! How many more people are you going to kill tonight?
Marcus Duvall:
As many as it takes.
Jake Roenick:
You make me fucking sick!
[Duvall suddenly raises his gun and fires just as Roenick fires and both gentlemen fall]
Jake Roenick:
.
