Harry: (turns off Suzettes loud stereo) I'm 50. Suzette: This had better be good cause you just fucked with my music. Harry: I'm 50, and I'm going to give myself a birthday present. I'll tell you what it is but you have to promise not to judge. Suzette: You gotta tell somebody, Harry. Harry: I made myself a deadline. If I wasn't successful by the time I turned 50 then I'm coming back to Phoenix. (takes a rifle out of his case) Harry: I've never fired a gun in my life. It's got only one bullet. One bullet intended for one specific person. Suzette: And who would that one person be, Harry? Harry: My father. I'm going to Phoenix to kill my father.