 tell you last night after you left your office. You didn't think I trusted you, did you? This isn't going to help you. It ain't going to hurt me none either. Give me my money, you phony chiseler. Ted, look over there. He's all packed and ready to leave. Oh. Come on, Stevens. Up with the door. Where is it? That's my business. But I got the gun. I'll give you 30 seconds to come up with that money, Stevens. If you don't, this gun goes off. Get off that gun. Pick up his gun, Norm. Right. I'm