I figured it out when the guns went missing.
No iban al Blue Cat por una cerveza.
They weren’t going to the Blue Cat for a fucking beer.
Iban a matar al papá de Charlotte.
They were going to kill Charlotte’s dad.
Al menos, a robarle.
At least rob him.
No sabes eso.
You don’t know that.
¿Una oportunidad comercial? ¿Se iban del pueblo? ¿Sin contártelo?
What, business opportunity? Skipping town? Not telling you?
Iban a matarlo,
They were gonna kill him...
pero él les ganó de mano.
except he got to them first.
Marty Byrde no tendría el coraje de matar a nadie.
Marty Byrde doesn’t have it in him to kill someone.
Ni siquiera de un modo cobarde manipulando el cableado del muelle.
Not even in a chickenshit kind of way, like a rigged dock.