Death Sentence Page #4

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No, your honor, do not.

'M dismissing this case.

Mr. Darey, you're reeased from custody.

You may return with a baiiff

to the hoding ces...

to retrieve your persona effects.

Joe.

You beat that sh*t. You beat that.

You the man.

That's it.

Come on, et's go.

You beat that rap pretty f***ing good,

huh? 'm proud of you.

Who's a man now?

Know.

Get in the car.

Have a nice fun time

with this one here, wease.

- Okay. - A right?

'M proud of you.

A right?

Dad?

Dad?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Hey, what are you doing?

Don't pay with that. Put it down.

So it was...

ike a...

gas station.

Where Bren got kied?

Yeah, it was a gas station.

Why do you want to know?

Just...

you know, wondered where he died.

Yeah.

T was...

a Stop-Spot in Rockside.

Do you...

Do you think he was scared?

Yeah, Luke, do.

Think he was scared.

How did it go?

They et him go.

They did what? Why?

Don't think it was him.

We, but you said it was him.

You said they had him.

Are they going to keep ooking?

Yeah, they said they woud.

Oh, Jesus.

'M sorry. What do you want me to do?

'M sorry.

Eft something at the office.

'D better go back.

Now?

- Nick.

- ' Be home as soon as can.

Oh, God, what am doing?

F***ing piece of sh*t.

F***.

Jesus.

F*** man. You f***ing scared the shi...

Hey, wait a minute.

You f***ing kidding me?

You?

F***.

F***.

F***.

F***.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, f***.

Oh, you know mom's perfect.

Oh, we, that's for sure.

Nah, got nothing.

Want to be just ike you, dad.

Oh, that's what ike to hear.

'Ve been meaning to do this for months.

T's very grown-up of you to hep.

Hi, guys.

Hey.

What happened?

Sipped in the driveway.

Honey. Oh, my God. Look at you.

You're a mess.

T's okay, cut my head. That's a.

Are you a right?

Fine, yeah. That's okay.

No, it's not okay.

'M going to take a shower.

Okay, 'm going to get bandages.

' Bring them up.

How you doing, kid?

You okay?

'M okay.

Guess.

Good.

That's good.

'M going to take a shower.

Brendan Hume, you've just won MVP.

What do you have to say for yoursef?

Can take this aready? Can take this?

Number one...

Brendan Hume, our goden boy.

Oh, honey.

Oh, God.

- Oh, God.

- Baby. T's okay.

'M so sorry.

- Oh, God.

- T's okay.

- 'M so sorry.

- T's okay.

Oh, God. 'm so sorry.

Yo, Biy.

Watch the f***ing pieces.

For Chris' sake, they're worth something,

unike you.

Where you been, Nancy?

What the f*** you ca that?

That's our night.

When take pity on you

and your f*ggot haf-wit friends...

give you a coupe of corners to run...

you better deiver for me...

or ' know you been deaing,

and ' ki you.

You coud be the prince of Pan-Yan...

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