Miguel:
[
on assurance that a smuggling job's been completed] A friend left this, uh, note for you.
Felix Bowers:
[
flipping through the money in the envelope] Our friend didn't have very much to say, did he?
Miguel:
What do you mean by that?
Felix Bowers:
I mean he wasn't very generous, was he?
Miguel:
There are many expenses; you know that as well as I do. Palms to be greased and people paid to turn the other way. It's getting harder every day.
Felix Bowers:
Well, you tell that friend if he can't be a little more communicative, that this is the last trip.
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