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Come here just feel it man.

There's no way I'm gonna f***ing...

Your loss.

JT cut it out man, seriously.

Just f*** off for me, man.

No, man.

What you're doing man?

What the f*** JT!

What the f*** has

gotten into you, man?

What the f***'s gotten into you, man?

Look, man. Look at that chick.

You're f***ing sick, man.

You don't want any of this

just go and get out here.

You were never here,

as far as I'm concerned.

Go on.

Just get out... get out of here.

Ma, you home?

- 911 what's your emergency?

- Damn, what happened to your face?

Where is my mom at?

Well, she picked up an extra shift today.

She said she'd be home

around midnight.

Yeah. Well, what are you doing here, Clint?

Your mom said it be all right,

if I stick around for a few weeks.

Man, I hope you gave as

good as you got, man.

You got to stand up to these bastards and give

it to them worse than they gave it to you, hmm?

In this world, you can't let

other people fight your battles for you.

It's called TCB, Rickie, huh?

Taking care of business.

That's great f***ing advice, Clint.

I mean, thank you.

Especially coming from a f***ing alcoholic

who can't even pay his f***ing rent.

Hey, why don't you drink

some more of mom's beers

and then tell me about being real man, huh?

You know what Ricky?

Why the attitude, man?

I'm just trying to help you.

Well, gee whiz Clint, thank you.

You know what? It was your god damned mom's

idea for me to talk to you in the first place.

I know all the talking in the world

is not going to make you be a man.

You got to do it yourself.

F***ing kids.

Hope you're not seeing my

face when you pull that trigger.

Rickie!

Rickie man.

Come on, we've been friends too long.

Yeah, I thought we were

friends up until you punched me.

I'm sorry about that, all right?

And what about her, man.

You're sorry about that too?

That's why I came down here because

I need you to go back there with me, man.

No way, man.

F***ing forget it.

Rickie, please man.

Please, there's something you got to see.

It's real important, man.

It's really important.

If it's so important,

why don't you just tell me right here, JT.

Because you got to see it.

Man, you wouldn't believe me

if I just told you.

No.

No, JT.

I don't wanna be an accessory to whatever

sick sh*t you're doing, man.

Rickie, please.

You have to see this.

We're lettin' her go, JT, OK?

That's all there is to it, man.

And hopefully,

she doesn't send us to jail.

She's not going to send me to jail.

Why not?

I mean what did you do to her, JT?

What the f*** did you do to her, man?

F***in' killin' me...

F***, no way.

You can just tell me what you did to her, man.

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