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butchered in slaughterhouses.
displays of fortitude and honor.
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EXT. NORTHEASTERN FOREST - EVENING
Both Irish. One cut from steel, KIERAN. The other big and
burly, GRADY, who begins to tire.
I’ll be glad to put these damn
behemoth chestnuts behind me.
You’re too good to be joining up
with the Chichesters. A bunch of
thievin’ cutthroats, they are.
I live in the slums of Manhattan,
same as you. How else do you ward
off all those bloody top hats?
you don’t go looking for it.
The states have been at war for
over a year now. The streets of New
York run lawless. Trouble finds ya
all on it’s own.
Keep that axe moving, Grady. My
girl’s got her first singing gig at
the Know Nothings tomorrow and I’m
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