Molly: He's out there now, just waiting - with a hundred thousand dollars he took from the bank tonight.
Bret: Why did he need me?
Molly: He was afraid of being hunted and caught! He's waiting for you with a shotgun! You'd be found in a day or so, wearing his clothes, his ring - with your face all blown off.
Bret: That's so simple, it … shoulda worked.