A page from Runnin' With The Devil. In this scene, our protagonist discovers he's not as clever as he thought he was.

1. LIVING ROOM
Ryan and Connolly sit at the table. Panzer hands his boss a
cuppa.
CONNOLLY
Been talking to your pal, Scag. You
know Scag. Little bit of this,
little bit of that, fingers in many
pies. You seen him lately?
(off Ryan’s silence)
Don’t know if you heard but he’s
had a change of heart.
Connolly tosses a clear, plastic bag, full of something, on
the table. It scuds in front of Ryan.
CONNOLLY
Got no need for pies anymore.
Fingers! The bag is full with ten recently severed fingers!
Ryan recoils so sharply he almost topples his chair over.
RYAN
Jesus! What have you-CONNOLLY
No, no, no. Not me - you.
RYAN
Is he...? Is he...?
CONNOLLY
Any of your fuckin’ business? No,
he ain’t. So sit the fuck down!
Ryan slumps in his chair. Guilt weighs a ton.
CONNOLLY
Did you really think you could run?
In this country? I’d find you even
if you were hiding in a haystack on
Emmerdale fuckin’ Farm.
(beat)
But you knew that. Probably figured
you’d hop to the continent. Scam
some tourists, work on a rich man’s
yacht - on his bored rich wife whilst sticking two fingers up at
me with a pina colada and a suntan.
The only thing that can save you is
forty grand. And you’ve already
pissed half your time away.