[It all happens too fast for David to process. One minute he's got the weapon trained on Dick and the next it's skittering out of his hand. He backs up a few steps, and the scowl gives way to a cornered look Dick's seen from him before.]

Yeah. He did. With the bitch who fucking murdered me running loose. That's why I'm doing this. I tried your way and it didn't work. So I'm doing this my way now.