Runaway Train Page #3

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Go for it.

- Thanks, youngster. I owe you one. | - Hey, Manny. Take me with you.

Sh*t, man. I'm going.

I'm going, man. | I'm f***ing going.

Yeah. Darn. I'm going.

I'm getting out of here.

Shut up, fool. | What are you doing here?

- Hey, you need me, man. | - What good are you?

Hey, sh*t, I got two hands to your one, | I can more than carry my own weight...

and, look-- | I got us sweat clothes.

Son of a b*tch. | Okay, fool.

Get your clothes off | and grease down.

All right.

Ooh, mama.

This sh*t is nasty.

Goddamn.

Okay, Manny. | What do we do now?

Keep your mouth shut. | You talk too much.

- Coming down. | - We got to go in there?

I am.

Duffle bag.

Pull the cover over.

Oh, man. | I don't like this sh*t.

Let's go. Come on!

I'm coming, man.

Keep up.

- It stinks in here, man. Goddamn! | - You've never been in a sewer before?

Manny, wait up a minute. | Wait up.

Manny, I put my hands | in a pile of sh*t.

Don't worry. | It'll rinse off.

Here. Give me that.

If you're gonna get sick, | this is the place to do it.

Oh, man. This is nasty!

Goddamn.

Wait! Man!

Oh, man. | This is so gross!

- Okay. What do we do now? | - Here. Hold it.

Hold it ! | Like a baby, hold it!

It stinks in here, man.

You don't like that smell? | That's the smell of freedom, brother.

- I'm going. | - Wait. Okay, wait.

- Here, man. | - Give me the light.

- Yeah, the light. | - Duffle bag.

Okay. Wait, man.

You know, Ranken's gonna | f***ing sh*t his pants, man!

Ranken's gonna f***ing die.

- Where's the light? | - Fell.

- Where did it fall? | - About 300 feet in the American River.

Man, nobody told me about 300 feet. | I'm scared of heights.

Nobody told you | because nobody invited you.

- You wanna go back, go ahead. | - No, man.

- Me, I'm going. | - No, man.

I'm dying!

Manny, I can't breathe!

Manny! Manny!

They came this way, | all right.

- No doubt about it. | - He did it.

Son of a b*tch, he did it.

Okay.

Stop searching the prison.

Notify the police and get | their pictures out. You know what to do.

God, don't kill them.

Let me do it.

Manny, hold up a goddamn minute!

Get your tail out | from between your legs.

Manny, I don't wanna die!

- I'm hurting too. | - At least you got shoes!

How much farther | we got to go, man?

Half a mile. Who knows?

Maybe I can make | a half a mile.

Oh, man.

Shoes! I need shoes!

Oh, man.

Put that bench | next to the door there.

I need some f***ing shoes. | You know...

it's unbelievable, man.

Only two other guys | even got out once...

and you beat that sucker | three times.

Yeah.

Manny. Hey, don't you know...

Ranken is pissed off, man.

Sh*t.

And the dudes, man. | Oh, Manny. The dudes.

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