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lt was a hit-and-run.

Need any help?

Ha. l got it. Thank you.

Ready? One, two, three.

Got it.

Whoa. You OK, Kev?

l don't feel so hot.

We got a frozen dick we gotta

get to the hospital, man.

l know, l know, l know.

Listen, it happens to everybody

the first time.

Here. You want a smoke?

Yeah, thanks.

Ohh, gross.

We're sorry.

You know something about this?

Friend of yours lose something?

l don't know what

you're talking about.

Yeah? Then what the f***

are you doin' in there?

l just...

need a new cooler.

You should just

tell me the truth.

l am.

l'm a klepto.

Dr. Fowler says that

l'm makin' progress...

but l still have

a long way to go.

What, do you think

this is funny?

l never said it was funny.

This kid's full of sh*t.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where do you think you're going?

Home.

No, you're not.

Come with us.

Yeah. The cops are gonna

want to talk to you.

l didn't do anything.

There's a person

in this ambulance...

and she's dead...

and l think

you're the reason why.

Where's my daughter?

Where's Cheri?

F***!

Ecch.

Go! Go!

Oh, sh*t!

Go, go, go, go!

Jump in! Jump in, Tim!

Are you OK?

Are you all right?!

Did you get it?

Did you get it?

Don't say

l never did anything for you.

Oh, sh*t! Cops!

Don't worry. He's busy.

Sorry it took me so long, man.

l was lookin'

for something bigger.

Oh, hey...

l'm sorry.

Even if they put it back on...

it's not gonna

work the same.

Sure, it will.

Your dick's like Timex, dude.

We're gonna have to

go to the police, man.

Well, that's easy

for you to say, Tim.

You weren't the one

that was driving.

Well, what do you want

to do, Mark?

We can't just skip town.

He saw our faces.

Well, l'm not saying that.

l'm just saying

let's get our story straight.

OK?

OK.

OK. Um...

OK, Eddie was

pissin' out the window.

OK, yeah, Eddie was

pissin' out the window...

but, uh, but l never

turned around, ya know?

l never turned around.

l was never hitting him...

and--and she just

ran out in front of me...

and l didn't have time

to stop.

OK.

Did you hear that, Eddie?

l never hit you.

Why should l lie?

Wh--What are you

talking about?

Why should l lie

when this is all your fault?

My fault? How the f***

is this my fault?

Well, if ya hadn't been so

worried about your paint job...

my penis would be

in my pants right now...

and not in my f***ing hand!

lf you hadn't have been pissin'

out the goddamn window...

none of this

would have happened!

Guys, calm down.

No, you stay out of this, Tim!

Now, listen, l'm not going

to jail over your little dick...

so you can either say

l didn't hit you...

or you can bleed

to death for all l care!

Say it!

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