It ain't too far. I got a car waiting downstairs.

[Yeah, that's Jesse these days. Drivers. With guns.]

We can go right now, if you're ready. Just -

[He turns his gaze to the purse. He's a shade paler just looking at it, considering its contents like he's facing some kind of monster. He hates that fucking heroin. He wants it as bad as she does. If he takes it home with them, to his house that's only just recently been scrubbed clean...]

Lemme do this. Before I forget.

["Forget". He reaches to pick up her purse.]