You’re finished now…you’ve got nothing left – Cant you see that?
Walker stands motionless in the middle of the room. He wrestles to hold down his mixed rising emotions.
Just my money..that’s what’s left.
He goes to the phone and searches for a number in the telephone book, riffling the pages with unnecessary violence.
You’d better hold on to it. It’s all you’ve got. You know something? You’re dead! You died at Alcatraz, after all.