Bob:
[Bob is waiting outside the city prison after Hartigan's release]
It's a lotta miles into town, Hartigan. You care for a ride?
John Hartigan:
Long as you stay in front of me.
Bob:
Prison's made you paranoid. Talk about water under the bridge. Christ.
[he takes a drag on his cigarette]
Bob:
Eight years.
John Hartigan:
[softly]
Yeah. Eight years.
Bob:
Well, if it's any consolation to ya...
[he takes another drag]
Bob:
... you made me hate myself.
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