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Brock: Wait!
Perch:
He's got to pay!
Brock: He
will! He will pay!
Perch:
Will he? A good lawyer, the right jury…
Brock: Not
this time. This time we have the goods on him.
Perch: I'm
not taking the chance.
Brock: And
what kind of chance will you have? Tell me that! Do you want to throw everything
away for this scum?
Perch: I
can handle that. I can handle anything except seeing him get away. Again.
Brock:
What about your family? Think about them.
Perch:
Leave my family out of this!
Brock:
There's no way. There's no way anyone can do that. You go away, there's no way
they don't get hurt.
Perch:
Stop it!
Brock: You
know I'm right.
Perch: If
he gets off again...
Brock:
Give me the gun.
Perch: I
just want him dead!
Brock: The
State will decide that. All we can do is bring him in.
Perch:
Damn you. (Hands Brock the gun.)
Brock:
That's it. Now call a wagon. - You! Don't you move! Don't you give me a reason!
Or I swear I'll shoot you myself!
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