Hellion Page #6

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I do not know.

Listen, I have a race next week.

I will win for you and Dad.

The whole city will see.

Good.

-Treba Me there.

You have to tell Pam.

Wes.

Leave me alone.

Hey, Mom is still the bridge,

Are you a beer?

You do not have to go back.

Everything will be sorted out, do not worry.

Dressed, you're scaring the children.

Can you drive this?

Come on, get.

If you are just entering, set the radio to 87.5

for today's race.

Race 2 just ends

preparing to race No. 3

Open Amateur class for 85cc and larger.

Everyone tries to earn a place on the all-star

amateur national race.

Race 3 at the starting line.

Go Jacob!

AND 40 drivers entering the first turn on

Cowboy Badlands MX track.

Again, the top 12 qualify for the

amateur national race.

Jacob Wilson puts pressure

as it pushes forward.

Jacob!

Gary Owens also in the middle.

Several rounds passed, Gary Owens,

Jason and Jacob Wilson

These are the first three.

Jacob Wilson takes the lead.

Gary Owens is on his track.

Owens

passes and throws Jacob Wilson over the edge.

Is Wes here?

Not.

Go.

You were great.

Here. Can I get you anything else?

I think that's all, thank you.

Another Coke.

Course.

My mother would be very proud of you.

Would be proud punk?

Close your mouth while you're eating.

Very nice.

Hyder.

So, how was school boys?

I hate school. Good.

This is ridiculous. Father of the year.

Do here.

Why? Everyone knows you're the CPS took the child.

The whole town knows.

Shut up. Immediately.

I do not know how to Galveston. Enough.

Left us.

Stop. Do not tell me what to do.

I was not responsible to take care of everything.

Worry about Wes while you were getting drunk.

OK. Come on.

Three weeks ago, Dad.

Been gone for three weeks.

Admit it, you wanted to get drunk to death.

When Duncan found, you wanted us forever

leave. -We're Clearing. We're not going.

Up. What do we do now?

How to get it back?

All your fault.

This is all your fault.

Do you want to play that game?

Do you really want?

Good to see you, son.

Come on, let's go.

Leave me alone.

Come on! -Get Your hands off me.

F*** you all.

I left money on the table.

I'm sorry about this.

Hit another.

Hit it.

Good shot.

Let me see that.

-Opei'll Be.

Stop.

Stop. Give me a lighter.

I do not give.

Jacob, let me try.

Do not hit someone, Hyder.

Shut .

Putz could not hit his own face.

Shut up you moron.

Sh*t, no longer under house arrest.

Give me the bat to show you as it works.

Hold this for me.

F*** you.

Do not be a p*ssy.

Lance, stop.

Do not be a p*ssy, put it here.

Not funny. Get away.

Come on, Lance.

F*** you.

What the f*** is he doing?

Lance, what the hell?

Stop it man.

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