CARTER: You’re not going to expose me. You want me to believe that? You’re tied into Simms’ dismissal every bit as much as me.

VINNIE: You made sure of that, didn’t you?

CARTER: It was you who took the photographs, for Christ’s sake!

VINNIE: And you who set him up!

CARTER: He didn’t need setting up! There was more corruption in his commission than anything we could’ve ever cooked up ourselves. All we did was document the truth. I’ve got no regrets about that, believe you me. No regrets whatsoever. Simms hung himself.

VINNIE: Document the truth?

CARTER: That’s right!

VINNIE: I took the photographs, Carter. I saw what I was shooting!

CARTER: Nobody twisted your arm either.

VINNIE: Would you like to see them again to refresh your memory?

CARTER: No! I would not like to see them again!

VINNIE: I didn’t think so.

CARTER: Nobody coerced you into taking those pictures, Vinnie. You were a free agent.

Pause.

VINNIE: What was in it for me? I forgot that part. There must have been something. Something rewarding.

CARTER: Is that what this is all about? Your reward? If you want me to increase your monthly deposit that can be arranged, Vinnie. That’s easy. Just come out and say it and stop tap-dancing around.

Pause.

VINNIE: Are you a member of a country club out there?

CARTER: What?

VINNIE: Are you a member of a country club out there?

CARTER: Out where?

VINNIE: Out there in the “Blue Grass Country” where you’ve forged a brand new life for yourself and your cute little wife.

CARTER: A country club?

VINNIE: Yeah. Are you a member of one? It’s a relatively straightforward question.

CARTER: What’s that got to do with anything!

VINNIE: I bet you are, aren’t you?

CARTER: Yeah! Yeah, I’m a member of a country club! So fuckin’ what!

VINNIE: Well, that must be something new and different for you, huh? Being a member. Must’ve been difficult at first. Fitting in. Pretending you had something in common. Kissing ass with the gentry.

CARTER: I don’t have time to screw around here, Vinnie.

VINNIE: But now it’s become second nature, right? You’ve acquired an affinity. You stride right through the pro-shop on your way to the bar, laughing and slapping all your divorced buddies on the butt. Cracking inane jokes about pussy you’ve never had. Collecting football pools and swapping putters. Like your seedy past is long forgot. Might never have really even taken place. Might have actually belonged to another man. A man so remote and dead to you that you’ve lost all connection. A man completely sacrificed in honor of your bogus membership in the High Life.

CARTER: Nobody forced you into a hole, Vinnie! Nobody!

VINNIE: Nobody did! It must’ve been DESTINY!