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cooking up some sh*t.

Turn that music off.

Turn that f***ing music off!

Hey.

How old are you?

Seventeen.

All right, go on.

Get out of here.

Are you coming?

They ain't coming.

Get the f*** out of here!

As for you guys...

F***!

Oh, f***.

My name is Gator Bodine.

Hope I didn't hurt

you too badly, sir.

Just wanted you to get a little

taste of what's gonna happen to you

if you continue cooking

this illegal substance

in my neck of the woods.

Look, man.

We didn't mean no disrespect.

This here is just for us, you know.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

Just fun, just kids having fun.

Enjoying life.

Celebrating.

Well, let me warn you,

I've got a five-gallon can

of gasoline out in my truck

that I will happily pour

down your f***ing throats

if I ever catch you cooking and

stinking up my town again.

God, stop!

Now, listen up.

I don't wanna have to kill

a bunch of little kids.

You will stand up and run,

in any direction you please.

Just not this one.

That clear?

Yeah.

All right, now get

the f*** out of here!

Go!

Run!

Run!

Piece of sh*t

kindergarten operation.

F***ing kids suck.

How are the knuckles, bruiser?

It feels fine now, Dad.

Oh, yeah?

Watch out, here comes

Maddy Mad-fists. Pow!

Dad. Really?

Mmm-hmm. Really?

Come on.

All right, listen.

I'm proud you

stood up for yourself.

You set boundaries with this kid.

Sounds like a motorboat.

What, is he snoring?

Dad?

Yeah.

Were you scared today?

The truth.

There's nothing wrong

with being a little scared.

Then why didn't you look scared?

Lots of practice.

Night, Luther.

Dad?

Yes.

What do you think of Miss Hetch?

I'd say she's...

I'd say she's all right.

You know what I mean.

Yes.

I know exactly what you mean.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Sh*t.

Look, you need to cool way down.

I need to cool way down?

You think we're gonna be disrespected

by some son of a b*tch?

Well, I hate to say it,

but putting your old man on the

ground ain't any big thing.

When he was talking to Keith,

I heard him say...

What, the f***ing sheriff was there?

I heard him say he was living

at the old Griffin place.

F***.

Can't you go over there

and do some things?

Do what things?

Mess with their heads,

like you do everyone else.

Scare 'em.

Hey, boss.

We good for the night?

I'll talk lo you two in

a minute, all right?

All right.

Good seeing you again, Cassie.

What the hell's

wrong with those two?

Never mind 'em.

F***ing monkeys is what they are.

Hey.

Mmm?

You look a little jumpy.

I know.

I need something.

I need a little something

to stop my stomach

from knotting up.

You want me to beg?

No.

No.

If I can control it, you

can control it, right?

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