(cellphone clicking)

- That's my desk.

- Not anymore. It's my desk now.

My computer, my office furniture. My office.

What's that saying cowboys use?

Fuck with the bull and you get the horns.

Well, you fucked with the bull.

- Bet you practiced saying that in front of the mirror.

- For an hour. I prepare for everything.

I anticipate every possible outcome,

and I would have expected the same from you.

But if you had given this any thought,

you would've known that every possible outcome

leads to me sitting right here.

(gentle brooding music)

- When you find yourself

standing on the wall of the Alamo, Willa,

the outcome has already been decided.

The only thing left to do

is to kill as much as you can before they kill you.

- I respect that.

You certainly got your kills. You little bitch.

Cost my shareholders billions.

But now, as a result, my shareholders

are majority owners of Schwartz & Meyer

and you, you're fired.

So thank you for all that land around your father's ranch.

We have big plans for this valley.

And after the sting of this phase,

you should give me a call.

You could do very well working for me.

(gentle brooding music continues)

- When all this is over,

I'm gonna hang your diploma above my toilet

in my guesthouse.

You have my word.

- Like I said, you gotta let the sting fade.

Then we'll talk.

- The sting never fades with me.

(Zippo clicks) (flint scratches)

It is a painful lesson,

and one you're about to learn.

- I really like her.

(gentle solemn music)