EXT: METH STILL CAMP - LATER
Light looks down at his near-empty beer can.
I appreciate the beer, but not really the company.
You guys don't talk too much.
What's to say? The coke sucks lately, so we cook this shit.
You can go if you want.
Really? And die in the wild?
DRUG GUY #2
Life sucks, but Lojais about fifteen klicks down the road that way.
And there I make friends and influence people.
Something like that.
Well, given all of the courtesy, can I have a weapon?
Drug Guy #1 picks up a automatic weapon tosses it at Light. He examines it carefully.
Took it off a dead Mexican police chief.
Not good. But thanks anyway.