[Harry has been shot riding to Chris' rescue in the final battle against Calvera.]

Chris... I hate to die a sucker. We didn't come here just to keep an eye on a lot of corn and chili peppers, did we? There was something else all along, wasn't there?

Yes, Harry. You had it pegged right all along.

I knew it. What was it?

Gold. Sacks of it.

Sounds... beautiful. How much?

At least a hundred and fifty.

My cut would have been what?

About seventy thousand.

I'll be damned. (he expires)

Maybe you won't be.