The Draw:
Euro: Nothing matters now - not the land, not the money, not the woman. I came here to see you. 'Cause I know that now, after all this time, you'll finally tell me what you're after.
Dollar: ... Only at the point of dyin'.
Euro: ... I know.
The draw begins and euro is shot thru' the heart, the bullet whipping his body 180 degrees -- he falls to the ground but he ain't dead yet.
Euro: Who are you?
Dollar: (takes off the harmonica hanging around his neck, walks up to the sprawled Euro and places it in his mouth. Euro's eyes start wandering as his mind flutters in an attempt to determine the significance of the harmonica -- then recognition arrives as he realizes he himself had placed this very same harmonica in the mouth of Dollar when he was down and out back in late 2004; a mere shadow of himself -- and with Bill Gates and Warren Buffet taunting and screaming insults at the downtrodden greenback.)
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