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What kind of man talks to the DEA? No man. No man at all. [Tyrus hands Gus a syringe filled with poison] A crippled little rata. What a reputation to leave behind. Is that how you want to be remembered? Last chance to look at me, Hector.
[Hector looks at Gus, dazed at first. He then gets angry and begins ringing his bell repeatedly. Gus soon notices the bell is attached to a bomb on Hector's wheelchair]
Gus:
AAH!
[The bomb explodes, killing Hector and Tyrus. Gus walks out of the room with half of his face blown off and then dies]