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Billy: Listen, I know Risa and Wendell Walker. They wouldn't hire a god dam lawyer. The Ottos, they wouldn't deal with you. We're not country bumpkins you can put a big city hustle on.
Stephens: You're angry, Mr. Ansel, and you owe it to yourself to feel that way. All I'm saying is...Let me direct your rage. That's my daughter. Or maybe the police to tell me they found her dead. She's a drug addict.
Billy: Why are you telling me this?
Stephens: Why am I telling you this Mr. Ansel? Because we've all lost our children. They're dead to us.
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