"Jesus Christ, Charlie, I'm not talking about dying," Nate exclaims, stopping dead in his tracks to turn and stare at him. He's joking, right? Who would ever willingly die over marijuana? None of this is worth his life.

Sully would be proud.

"I mean, say they catch us. Or yeah, we get gunned at. They won't let them kill us, right?" Nate makes a face at the last notation Charlie adds. "Not on purpose. Never on purpose."