Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole
Marcus: Understand what you're asking, Tomas. There's no retirement home for people like us. You go after them, they hunt you down. They strip you of everything you hold dear. Sooner or later, you'll die in some stinking room, with one of those things standing over you.
Tomas: I know the costs.
Marcus: Then why?
Tomas: The demon. When it died. For just a moment... I saw God. I saw His true face.
Marcus: That's how they get you. First hit's always free.
Tomas: I know the costs.
Marcus: Then why?
Tomas: The demon. When it died. For just a moment... I saw God. I saw His true face.
Marcus: That's how they get you. First hit's always free.