“You wanna die for this car? You know how many people have probably had sex in this thing? Gross. You should be thanking us for taking it off your hands. Now, Jesus Christ, get out of the fucking car before I shoot ya!” Alfie sees us running down the steps and shrugs. “Ope, time's up.” He shoots the driver in the knee and then shoves his crippled frame out of the car.





