[ drink #3 goes down as easily as the first two. it makes it easier to listen to david jokingly suggest they figure out how to get him back to the macmillan estate. ]

I'd be dead before you.

[ he pauses, stares into his drink with a frown. ]

Or I'd just be dead and your ass'd be in a closet somewhere, waiting for a ransom payment. You'd come out better'n me, probably.