Chick: Your dad was gonna do a run for me.
Dylan: A run of what?
Chick: Apparently nobody needs to know now that nobody's doing it.
Caleb: I'm sorry but things have changed. I don't want to take the risk anymore.
Dylan: How much this run pay?
Chick: After FICA and Social Security? $25,000.
Caleb: Hey Dylan, this run...
Chick: Guns.
Dylan: How risky?
Chick: It's gun running, so...on the running of guns...spectrum, it's relatively mild. I've been doing it for years.