Duration: 2m18s

(sighs) "Viva las..." So? Don't move, kid. You try anything funny, and I'll turn this thing electric. Now give up your guns, fellas. Slide 'em over. Whiskey. We are all on the same side here. You've had a head injury. The exact same thing happened to Harry. You're havin' some sort of brain glitch. Nope. My brain's all good, kid. And you know what? I reckon the same was true for your friend Harry over here. Real fine instincts, I'll give him that. So stay still... or I'll dice him up so small, you can take him home in a bucket... and still have room for what's left of your buddy, Merlin. Well, that's just fucking great. You're working for the president? That asshole? (chuckles) Hell no. It's a matter of personal principle, agent. No more drug users. And the Statesman share price rockets. So those are your principles? Making money? Our agencies were founded to uphold peace. To protect the innocent. Do you wanna know who was innocent? My high school sweetheart. Love of my life. Pregnant with my little boy. He'd be about your age now... if his mama hadn't got caught in the crossfire... when two meth head freaks decided to rob a fucking convenience store. A world without those people in it... sure smells like peace to me. You break the law... you pay the price. Good riddance... to all of them. That's why I got to destroy that case. Now slide it over, Agent Galahad. Thank you. Do you know what, Harry? I think he's got a point. I think it sounds like a bright idea.