Breakout Page #2

then you just have to say:

'I tried to overthrow the government,

I was bad, I shouldn't have."'

And then he gets to walk away.

He made him an offer.

Mandela turned him down,

did 14 more years.

What do you want?

You wanna be a martyr?

You wanna...? Is that it?

You wanna stay in here, be deified?

It's not like I had a choice.

Yes, you did, but you didn't listen.

Do you have any idea

who's paying the price for this?

Our kids.

Jack, we have a daughter who has

serious issues and she needs help.

She needs both of us.

She needs you.

Look, we may be separated,

but you're still their father.

And those kids

want you out of here.

So do I.

[SIGHS]

If I take the deal with Conpine,

are you willing to give us another try?

KENNY:

You ever talk to Mom?

Mom?

I sure do miss her.

She's long dead, Kenny.

Do you miss her?

Hell, no.

I do.

What do you miss about her?

She was our mom.

You miss the beatings

with the poker?

Listening to her turn tricks

in the bed beside us?

You miss that?

She cooked good.

And she was nice

when she was nice.

She was never nice.

She was bad.

I just miss her.

[LINE RINGING]

JEN:
Hi, you've reached Jenny. Sorry,

I'm not here but leave a message.

I'll get back to you.

[KENNY CHUCKLING]

Come on, it's time to go.

Tommy, can I have this comic?

It's really funny, Tommy.

You want the comic book? You got it.

Yeah. Thanks.

Tommy said

I could have this comic.

Uh, gas, chips, comic books,

37.52.

Hey, what's the matter with him?

He some sort of retard

or something?

Keep the change.

Hey, you forgot your chips, sir.

A**hole.

F*** it.

CLIVE:

Hey!

What the hell you doing?

Get off me.

[GRUNTING]

God, stop. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You ain't sorry, you're scared.

You have every right to be.

God shaped all of us the way we are.

All of us.

You bastard.

You f*** with my brother,

I'll f*** with you.

You wanna look at that picture?

Come on now, I know you do.

It's here somewhere. Here it is.

Here. Come on,

have a look.

Come on, Kenny, grab it.

Come on, now.

Grab it.

Damn.

We're really gonna live here?

Yes, sir. Sent the check last week.

When I get there,

I'm gonna get myself a job.

Mechanic or something.

Look after you the way I did

before the accident.

Mm. Yes, sir.

Man, I used to love riding

behind you on that motorcycle.

Should've never

let you drive that night.

Wasn't my fault, Tommy.

It was the truck's fault.

That's gotta be it.

Road to Canada.

Canada?

Cellie told me about it.

KENNY:
Yeah, Tommy, I'm

starting to get scared, so...

TOMMY:

It's okay, just relax.

Tommy, this doesn't seem right. Can

we go back to the border crossing...?

It's okay. It's fine.

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