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: I'll need guns.
: The boy will die. John Lee
: Not in your lifetime.
[shoots Mr. Wei
: You know, you could've saved yourself a lot of trouble just by doing that third job. John Lee
: It was wrong. Mr. Wei was taking revenge. A man named Zedkov killed his son. Meg Coburn
: Zedkov? Jesus Christ. You're getting yourself killed for a cop? John Lee
: Not a cop. His son. Meg Coburn
: What? John Lee
: A seven-year-old boy. Meg Coburn
: Why? John Lee
: That's how Mr. Wei *deals* with his enemies. Through their families.
: It will be the last death I cause.
: My father taught me how to shoot. Meg Coburn
: Playing catch is so impersonal.
: [Holding gun to John's head
] Now what the fuck did you get me into with Terence Wei? John Lee
: He's my patron. Meg Coburn
: Patron? John Lee
: He made it possible for me to come here. Meg Coburn
: What does he, sponsor you to play the violin? John Lee
: ...in exchange for... services. Meg Coburn
: What a nice way of saying you kill people.
: You're safer with me. Meg Coburn
: Is it my perfume or something? Because you are the second guy today to assume I need, want or will accept help. I won't. John Lee
: [drawing his pistol
] It's not an option. Meg Coburn
: And what happens when I tell you to go fuck yourself?
[John cocks his pistol
] Meg Coburn
: O.K. If that's the way you want to play it. But when the gun is in my hand, we're gonna have this conversation again.