Speaking of harm's way. Know what I see lookin' at you? Walking, talking corpses.

Another sinner finds himself in the place he belongs to. A trunk.
Gustavo now suffers the purgatory he deserves. And perhaps has a moment to examine his conscience. Let's hope he finds it before the trunk opens back up.

Sometimes two people find themselves at the wrong place at the right time.

If it looks like miso and smells like miso, it its not the best miso.

V: Guess I meant, I dunno... a happier ending... for everyone involved.
Johnny: Here, for folks like us? Wrong city, wrong people.