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Doctor!

You coming back?

I knew many of those men hadn't

shown their victims any mercy...

...but society has its judges.

And I wasn't one of them.

At the same time,

what did I have to do with all that?

I had two choices:

Forget or go back.

Take a deep breath.

Smoker?

Just cigarettes.

- No crack?

- Never.

Sleep well?

Hardly, doctor.

The mind never stops...

...what with one guy trying to settle

a score outside, collecting a debt...

...another trying to dig a tunnel.

And there goes another day.

- You still got much time to do?

- A few more years.

And why did you come here?

- Legitimate self-defense, doctor.

- That lands you in jail nowadays?

It did in my case.

Here's what happened.

It was Christmas...

...the bells ringing,

snow in the windows.

Me, Bristles and Fatso arranged

to do a jewelry store job.

Neat work, doctor.

Never even fired a shot.

The problem was later.

How are we going to split it up?

Fatso and I will make three

piles and you choose first.

Son, not now.

Get out! Go on!

Go on, son!

You f***ing moron!

We're splitting the loot and you

come at me with your hand covered?

It's his own fault he died.

What the f***'s going on?

So you shot him in the heat of

the moment...

...but we had agreed for me

to shoot you...

...so we could take your share.

So shoot!

Go on, fire away!

I can't, damn it.

Give me your rod.

Oh, my God!

Being betrayed by your buddy for

nothing, doctor...

...like Judas, the guy who

spat in the face of Jesus.

So how does the story end?

It ends with me in here,

before your eyes, doctor.

Fatso was arrested in

under two months.

Doctor, ever seen a fat man

being beaten? They talk too much.

A man was killed here.

Did you see anything?

No.

Jesus, Fatso. You turned me in

for Bristles' murder!

You could have just squealed

about the robbery.

I fingered you for murder because

Bristles' brother would kill me.

We left his place together

for the jewelry store...

...then I came back alive

and he got back dead.

I'm very upset.

I could turn you in as an accomplice...

...but I won't. I'll back your story up.

I killed him and I threw him

in the river all by myself.

Thanks, Ebony!

I knew I could count on you.

I'll forgive you,

but you owe me one.

And did Fatso ever pay his debt?

No way! Fatso died trying to escape.

They spent two years

digging a tunnel.

Wait!

Let's go, come on!

I'm stuck!

Go on, Fatso!

Hurry up, you big pile of sh*t!

Go on, damn it!

Give me a hand!

- I'm stuck.

- Breathe in, man.

- Suck yourself in.

- What do you mean?

- I can't!

- Go back, then.

- Go on!

- Give me a break, Cado.

- Pull, go on, pull!

- Sh*t, Fatso, I told you!

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