He suggests that Bo have the Porsche towed back to Carl’s place where he’s got a lift—and Bo loses his shit. He’s always had a temper, but Carl’s never seen him like this. (Then again, he supposes a hundred-thousand-dollar car would put a strain on any friendship.) Bo gets in his face, poking him with a finger to emphasize every other syllable. “You think you can play me? You think I’m one of those chickenshits back in your old unit? They don’t see how fucked-up you are, but I always did. I see you right now!”
