XSal: An' where you you reckon
you goin'?
Murdoch: I'll send Alain round to pay my tab.
Sal: That's nice. Answer the question.
Murdoch: She a grown woman, Sal. She can tell me to fuck off on her own.
Sal: You know she won't. Larmes des santos (
tears of the saints, the girl was half-kilt for your sake --
Murdoch: The bar's you business, Sal. This ain't.
Sal: The least you could do is act like you regret --
Murdoch: I never asked Lena to stick her neck out for me. I never asked her for nothing.
Sal:
Dammit, Murdoch --
Murdoch: They
was a woman done what I asked of her an' trusted me to be there when the heat came down. This was her funeral.
Regret is a coin I am paid out in today. Now, you can let me by, or you can send me home t'wait for Lena to show up on my doorstep. But unless you got some way to stop a willful woman doin' what she wants... then you wastin' both our time.