texts: Leave. Take this shit back to Detroit and get the rest of our money. </s> <s> We could do that. I could be on my way to Florida, and you could go to Thailand and fuck your brains out. </s> <s> ...but that's not what we're gonna do, is it?
labels: No... if we don't finish this job, how are we gonna look at ourselves in the mirror? This is it for me, Wesley, she's the last one. My instinct says I gotta see this through with her, and if there's one thing I've tried to teach you here --