God damn!
Are you okay?
God damn food is making me sick.
Will you be able to drive?
This fucker drives itself.
You think that's funny?
- Kinda.
You think that's funny?!
Give me that, hotdog.
- I'm just about to eat it.
Give me that fucking hotdog!
Poo poo.
- What are you doing?
Open... your fucking mouth.
You're making me uncomfortable.. - Open it!
Give me that fucking mouth.
Get that fuckin' thing in there.
Take it, all of it.
Fucking whore.
Everybody all right over here.
Hey, mind your own business.
When anyone slap a woman around.. it is my business, pal.
You're standing here on my shit motherfucker.
- That's Mr.Motherfucker, to you.
Harlan, don't do it. Don't..don't. Harlan?
I don't want no trouble. - Yet, you're the one...
Harlan, stop?
Stop it. Stop!
You fucking whore.
Yeah? you want trouble..huh?
Get back in the fucking car!
Somebody call 911!
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Come on 6.
C'mon six.
Why is he pulling off the fucking rings?
God...fucking...
Are you kidding me?
Hey, man..is this...
That was race 8 right there on T.V 2?
Are you sure? - Yeah.
You're looking at it? - Isn't that what i said.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Hey, man..what are you doin' here?
What are you doin' here? - Huh?
What are you doing here?
You're playing ponies now?
Oh, i don't know. Just trying to make a little dough.
Son of a bitch!
What man? Are you gonna give me some shit?
Ain't giving you shit.
Just wondering, where you gettin' the money.
I borrowed it. Yeah.
Who from?
huh? Who from?
John Petty. Motherfucker, gave me a tip. It didn't pay off.
Of course, it didn't.
How much he loaned you?
I don't even know.
You don't even know. You know, how much?
How much?
15 hundred.
Fuck me, Rodney!
Where are you gonna get that money to pay him back, huh?
What else you got goin' on?
You got a check coming in from somewhere?
Nope. - Cos i ain't...
got that kinda cash laying around, to bail you out.
I didn't ask you to bail me out.
Don't fuck around with John Petty.
I'm not fucking around. He gave me a tip, it didn't pay off.
Hey, uh..
Tell Dad, I'll be by before work tomorrow.
Alright.
And, you know...just..
Don't go.
If I can stay, I would.
Then, stay.
Leaving you ain't easy, girl.
I'll stay.. I'll stay untill you get back.
What time are you getting off?
I'm working a double.
Seriously?
Russell, you work too much.
I'm working on making to fat you up.
..... Don't change the subject.
Uncle Red...
Hey buddy, how are you?
I saw your truck.
Hey, Dad.
How're you doing?
I'm okay. - I am here.
That's why i'm okay.
You're hot.
It's getting so cold.
It don't feel good. - Yeah.
His fever. - Yeah, it's too high.
Hey, you wanna meet at drink later?
Yeah, where?
John Petty's?
How is Lena?
Ah, she's good.
Keeping me in check. - Big job.
Yeah.
Will you give her a hug from me.
You bet. Dirty old bastard.
Alright, pops.. I gotta go to work.
I'll see you later.
You will come back, huh?
Oh yeah, i'll always come back.
I love you. - You too.
Keep ya hands warm.
Hey, thanks for coming by.
See ya, Russ.
Politician on t.v: I have come here, today.
To stand with you. To teach America.
To restore it's future.
To rise to our best ideals;
And, to elect Barack Obama.. president of the united states.
-- you want another?
No, i'm good.
Rodney was supposed to meet me here half hour ago.
Oh yeah, how is old Rodney? He seems awefully quite, last few times he was here.
Yeah.
He's stop-loss again. He is going back next month.
Ah, those poor sons again. They're holding 'em against their will...
Don't get me started.
Well, if he turns up,
will you tell him i headed home to see Lena.
Alright.
Oh, i got this one.
Well, thanks, Dan.
Is uh...John in?
I need to bend his ear.
He had someone back there earlier,
but, uh..i think he might be gone.
Alright, pop. - Yeah.
If i have to come all the way down here again, I swear to God i'll gut your fucking ass.
You cunt.
Do you hear me, Petty?
You better start following through on your promises.
- You know, i can't control some of those fuckers.
For 25 points you better control.
I oughta put a piece of lead in your ass
and take everythin'... - John, you back here?
Should i come back later? - Oh, no it's okay. We are finishing up.
Your Mama teach you to barge in like that?
What, you got a problem with me?
I got a problem with everybody.
Who the fuck are they?
Inbred mountain folks from Jersey.
Church ain't over until the snakes are back in the bag. If you know what i mean?
What are they doing down here?
Don't ask.
Here. - No, no I'm good.
Take it.
What's up?
Oh, here.
It's from Rodney.
I know, it's not nearly all there.
I hate that, you work your ass off to pay his debt.
Rodney needs to watch it.
I like him, Russell. I really do.
But i worry that...
Well, he might be safer over in Iraq.
Do you mind not telling him that i brought you that..
and if he don't bring the rest of it all. I will, on my next payday.
Okay.
I won't say a thing.
Thanks.
Hey? Hey there..
Can you hear me?
Hey there... poor fella.
Poor fella.. look at me...
Oh God.
Come, help...
help...
I don't know... just keep my head down;
Studying shit, i should've studied in high school.
You know, it could be worse.
How could it be worse?
I could be going to Iraq..with you.
No shit.
I ask Lena to come down here. She said, some bullshit about not wanting to see you like this.
She don't like this place. What're you gonna do.
She doesn't like this place? --mm..
What, is there someone who likes this place?
Just give her a break.
What about you,
You still seeing the... woff woff?
I don't have to speak out about it. Thanks a lot.
How is uh..How's dad doing?
He's been in and out, really.
Make sure you give him a big hug from me.
You uh...watch yourself over there.
You too.
I guess, i'll know where to write to you.
Wassup Homes?
You're fucking quite.
Out the yard, you don't talk to nobody...
Are you fucking faggot?
Huh, bro? - Get the fuck away from me.
Break it up!
He was trying to hang on, till you got out. He wanted to see you.
That just ate him up.
You put him next to Mom?
Yeah.
I'm glad you're home.
How was your last tour?
Hard.
I mean...
you know how things...
Rodney, whatever you did...
What ever you did, you had to do.
Yeah.
I love you, bud.
I love you too, man.
But, he was wounded for our transgressions.
He was bruised, for our inequities.
He's chastised, our peace was upon him.
With his strikes, we are healed.
How does it feel?
I think wanna... i'm gonna run.
You wanna drive?
Yeah. - Get in.
C'mon, motherfucker, say goodbye.
Hey, Jerry!
You didn't even know, who the fuck he was.
It is what it is.
I think, you're better off.
Why would you say that?
C'mon man, she left you without even telling me.
Now, she's with fucking Wesley.
She's a smart woman. Got her reasons.
You been hanging with uh...
Billy and 'em lately?
No. - Nope?
Whatcha doing with yourself?
Looking for a job.
Any luck? - No.
What're we looking at dinner?
It's the dinner of champions.
I'll be back.
Get your ass up, whiteboy!
Let's go.
Get your ass up man, c'mon!
Come on, man. Let's go.
This ain't fucking Iraq.
Let's go, soldier boy.
Get up!
God damn it, Rodney.
Did you not hear me?
Did you not hear me?!
Motherfucker, I took a hit in there.
I told you, I can't really control myself, in the middle of a fight, man.
It's all a blur.
And don't fucking poke on me again, either.
No more excuses. No more Iraqi stories.
You just gotta learn, how to take a fall, because...
You owe me a lot of fuckin' money.
Look, i can't pay you back your money, by taking a dive in this nickle and dime bullshit.
You better figure out something.
And figure out quick.
Hey, let's go fight up in Jersey.
Up in the ramposts they got fights.
Don't talk to me about that.
It's not for you.
Why? They're big money..
Look, Rodney..
Go work in the mill.
Like your father and brother.
This isn't a way for you, to make a living. You're...
You're a good kid, with a good heart.
You can do a lot worse than living your life like your brother, believe me.
I don't wanna work in the fuckin' mill, man.
I wanna be just like you, John.
We will talk later.
Where you've been?
Out with the boys.
Looks like...
You boys play rough.
You want a drink?
No. The place looks nice.
Let me see your hands.
What?
Let me see your hands.
Rodney, come here.
Let me see your fucking hands.
C'mon, man. - huh?
- You don't know, shit.
Is this the best you can do?
What do you think, i should do?
What I think you should do?
I don't know.
Sow asphalt,
...sell fucking shoes.
Come work at the mill.
I told you, I could get you a fucking job.
Man, i'd rather be fucking dead.
Fuck the mill.
I work at that mill.. you little fucker.
It's good enough for me, It was good enough our Dad.
That fucking mill, killed our Dad.
Just don't be too proud, to work for a living.
There's nothing wrong in it.
What did you say?
There's nothing wrong in working for a living.
Working for a living?
What do you call this, motherfucker?
Is that working for a living? huh..
Is that working for a living? When i carry my best friend leg under this arm..
and the rest of it, under this arm?
I saw a fucking baby.. with his fucking head cut off.
I saw a fucking pile of feet in the middle of the street. And i had to clean it up.
I gave my fucking life for this country.
That's not work?
And what's it done for me? Huh?
What's it fucking done for me!
Fuck you!
Get me that fucking fight up in Rampo.
I told you not to bring that up again.
I need one last fucking fight, John. Just give me one good fight, please?
One good fucking fight.
Please, that's all i'm asking you. Can you please do that for me?
You gotta trust me when I tell you, you don't wanna set foot in those lands.
What is the big fucking deal?
Big fucking deal?
Big fucking deal is i've dealt with these guys. For a long time.
And when they don't get what they want. They get nasty.
Oh, they get nasty. Do they? - Yeah.
You don't know.
Well, John i don't really have...
a lot of fucking options, man.
I can't fucking catch up doing this small time shit!
Calm the fuck down. - Calm the fuck on, man! C'mon please...
I'm sorry! - I am trying to protect you!
Just fucking call 'em up, please?
I'm not doing it, Rodney.
I'm not going to call them.
Well, i'm not leaving until you do.
Call 'em up.
Rodney? - Just please, call them up.
John, please call them up.
Rodney? -Please call them up.
I'm asking for one fight. Please, call them up.
- Fuck, Rodney!
You fuck these inbred, you will come crawling back.
If you are lucky.
I don't really wanna be doing this.
This is not fucking around.
Let me talk to him. Let me talk to him.
Yeah?
What the fuck do you want, Petty?
You don't wanna wake up the neighbours.
You know what? Let's wake up the neighbour. 1. 2..3
Oh my god!
Wait a minute!
Okay, go..go...go..Go!
You staying at your Dad's? - Yeah.
You know, trying to give it some life.
I went to his funeral.
I know.
Thank you, that was important to me.
Thank you.
You back at the mill?
Just can't get enough of it. You know?
I heard they are gonna close it.
Yeah, looks like it.
It's cheaper to...uh, get steels from China.
God, i've missed you so much.
I've missed you so much.
I was hoping.. that uh...
We could work it out.
You know?
The thing that's keeping us apart.
And, take that next step.
That's what i wanna do, with you.
Because, uh...
I can't be without you, Lena.
I can't.
I am pregnant.
Okay.
Wow.
Wow!
You uh..
That's ahhh,
that's wonderful news.
It is?
Yeah.
That's wonderful news.
I am really for you, Lena.
I really am.
That's wonderful news.
You're gonna be a hell of a mom.
Wow, you're gonna be a hell of a mom.
I'm so sorry.
I have to go. - Yeah.
Okay.
Hey, bud. What about it?
God damn, uncle Red.
Looks like they fed you pretty good. - Yeah.
Hey, I got something for your daddy.
Uh, I had suspicion that was you.
You're still raising them, huh.
Yeah, when the weather permits.
Say, you wanna come to the cemetary with me? - Shits, yeah.
Rodney, here? Does he wanna come?
Nah, I don't know where he is.
Let me get this shit inside.
Wrap your rifle.
Maybe, we can get a shot off, before dark.
Yeah. Let's see, If i'm still better shot than you.
Well..
Let's go get us a buck, huh.
Let's circle around here.
DeGroat.
I didn't drive five and half hours, to watch you play fucking cards.
When you owe as much as you owe me, Petty.
I guess, i am the last person you wanna see.
We still got a room, fighterman.
Let me get a good look at you.
What's your name? - Rodney.
Rodney Baze.
Well, Rodney Baze.
I hear you're quite the crazy fucker in the ring.
Makes me wanna jump in there, with you.
See who walks out.
With you standing so close, I guess we could do it, right now.
You're gonna be a good boy, and take a dive like Petty said you would.
Or i'm gonna have to teach you a lesson.
Nah, he's good. He is good.
You, teach me a lesson? - I gave you my word.
Yeah, teach you a lesson.
Everything is good.
Let me hear you say it.
Teach me a lesson.
Do you know what he's talking about? - Is this boy, daft?
No, no.
You've been hit too many times?
Listen, we talked. Everything is good.
I like this one.
He is tough.
And, angry.
Plenty, tough. Four tours in Iraq to him.
Now, why the hell would you come over here and fight?
Or anywhere.
When you've been fighting over there for so long?
I just need the money, man.
Yeah, well.. we all need money.
You know what, Petty?
While me and John discuss the deal, why don't you go...
put your fight face, on.
Didn't we just discussed the deal?
Did you think, I was asking?
Hey, don't.. keep your fucking hands off him.
Just checking his reflexes.
You, step out.
Step out, i'll take care of this.
Step out, Rodney.
Showtime.
You ain't fighting with that shit on, are you?
It's knuckle up here.
Take 'em off.
Becareful, out there.
Keep the ball for a while.
Then, you'll know what to do.
You have a beauty. Clean shot?
mmhmm..right in the heart.
Catching it the way we've been trapping the son of a bitch like last time, remember?
Yeah. - You see anything?
Not a god damn thing.
C'mon then, give me a hand with this.
Rodney!
C'mon, man..get up.
Get up and hit me.
You gotta hit me.. and make it look good.
Make it look good.
That's it. That's it!
He is done.
He is done!
My man is done!
You done good out there.
Look at me, Rodney.
Oh, Christ! You okay?
..yeah..
Impressive stuff.
All of hearts and fearsome.
Ya boy don't look so good.
Don't blow your nose, with your eyes all that...
swelled up.
Mercy, you took a whoppin'.
You know, for a hanger out there..
I thought maybe, for a second...
You weren't a good listener.
I was just reacting and just lost it, a little bit.
Oh, I don't blame you. I'd have done the same thing.
With a guy, pounding on me like that.
So, our slate is clean?
Yes, as long as you brought me the rest of my money.
Don't tell me, you came all this way and you didn't bring me what you owed.
This was it.
Now, we are even.
That was the deal.
I almost got confused.
Whatever.
Here, wipe your face.
It's the last time I'm coming here, I can tell you that.
I'm sorry as hell, you had to go through that, Rodney.
- It's not your fault.
I asked you to take me up here. - It's both of our faults.
But, we are through with those Ramholt bolt fuckers.
That crazy son of a bitch, can kiss my ass.
If he thinks, i'm doing business with him again.
Oh, what the fuck?
What the fuck is this?
Okay.
Okay, okay..okay.
What's the game?
Yeah?
I think, your left wheel is doing down. - What?
I said, I think your left wheel is going down.
What shit are you talking?
I ain't talking shit.
And, our slate ain't clean, Motherfucker.
Get that other one out.
Let's go.
Russ,
I am sorry about the other day.
I know you're looking out for me.
But, you gotta understand, that I'm different than i was before I left.
And, i think that I always will be.
I can't explain how, exactly.
My head is just full of stuff.
And, I can't get it out.
You should not have better come near.
Don't look at me.
Look away.
Fuck you.
But, i'm gonna turn things around.
I'm gonna do this one last fight.
And then, I'll be done.
Then, i'm gonna shovel asphalt or dig for coal.
Or work with you at the mill.
I'll do anything.
I'm gonna get things back on track.
I promise.
I love you, man.
I'll see you tomorrow, when I get back.
Morning Russell.
I'm glad you are home.
I guess, you uh..
heard that, uh...
I stop by to see, Lena?
Yeah, well...
Not why i'm here.
On rec: I said, I think your left wheel is going down.
What shit are you talking?
I ain't talking shit.
And, our slate ain't clean, Motherfucker.
Turn..turn it off.
I don't need to hear it again.
I spoke with the Jersey State, over at County, Fish and Game...
All of them had dealt with this, Harlan DeGroat, before.
The problem is..
that the people up in those hills; they don't co-operate.
Getting information from this people is like...pulling teeth.
It's a whole another world, up in there.
Generations of generations upon these people.
They don't even come down off that mountain.
They've got their own breed of justice that doesn't include us.
Even the local police...
had sent in several squad cars.
They haven't been able to get nothing, yet.
Just so you know that,
most of the time our hands are tied.
What the fuck does that mean?
They aren't gonna do anything about this...
or look for Rodney?
I did not say that, Russell.
I said, that they're having a difficult time.
And, i'm having a jurisdiction issues.
But, i'm gonna be on it. Until, it's done.
What the fuck... - Bud..?
We know, John Petty is dead.
Jesus, you can hear him dying.. on that phone.
But, Rodney might still be out there.
I know,
this is..is very hard, for you.
But, I do have a procedure that i have to follow.
It sounds like, they're not doing a god damn thing.
They are either..
You're all afraid to go in there.
Or uh..you just don't give a shit.
You are walking down the wrong road.
I said, i'm into it.
I said, I'll handle it.
Don't make this personal.
You need to stay out of my business. - Stay out of my business?
Bud, you need to knock it off. - You know, while i was away..
It seems that all that you're into was my business.
Oh, so that's what this is?
You got a problem with me? - Yeah, I got a problem with you.
I'm not the one, who's out drinking and driving.
Got locked up and leave his woman alone.
Because of something that i did. A mistake, I made.
I don't know nothing about what happened to Rodney.
Nothing at all!
I am just trying to do my job.
And i'm giving you my word..
and i'm gonna be on it. Until it's done.
Well..
Russell, come on!
What is it?
You want me to show you out?
I'll see you around.
Dan?
What do you want now? - no, it's good.
Hey, Russ...listen i'm sorry.
I know how tough this is. And i'm here to help anyway I can.
Then, give me an address for DeGroat.
An address?
How am i gonna get an address? - Don't give me that shit, Dan.
You know as well as I do, that John Petty has one.
Well... I don't...
Look, i'll see if I can dig one up. - No, no.Don't see if you can dig it up.
Do it.
Russell, listen to me.
If you are smart, You will let these boys handle it.
I know this guy, this DeGroat is a nasty son of a bitch.
You let me worry about,
who is a nasty son of a bitch.
We'll follow you.
Looks like John still owes money, to these peoples. Hell, a lot of money.
I know they had this whole deal. But... i didn't realise know it was this big.
What deal? - Well, this...
..Bare knuckle deal, Up and down the Appalachians.
I don't know that much about it.
But, my guess is that Rodney went up there to fight.
Well, why didn't you say something to..Wesley?
I don't know.
I didn't know what to say.
John should've known better. - I think he did, Red.
But, Rodney forced his hands. He thought it was the only way he could pay off that debt.
I don't see DeGroate's address.
But i do know, it's up in the Ramopost and Russell, please hear me when i tell you.
It'll be way better off letting the authorities deal with this.
They're not doing such a good job, Dan.
Well, i hear you. But John hated dealing with 'em.
I'm surprised they haven't come down here to get their money.
Money and Drugs...
That's the only thing that drove this crazy son of a bitch.
What do you say, fellas?
Is that a sharp 66 or 7?
Man, i haven't seen that...
Blaring red much.
Tuxedo black and ash gold everywhere..but..
That's a sweet...
396P block? - Yeah.
True 138 SS right there, man.
It's a fucking rocket ship.
I don't doubt it, i bet.
How long ago restored?
Couple of years.
Couple of years? Worth it.
It got Nitrus. - Nah ah...
Just a heavy foot.
You guys got any candy here?
What you mean 'candy'? - You know what i mean.
You a fucking cop?
Am I a fucking cop? Do i look like a fucking cop?
Who is the old man in the truck? - Don't worry about him, he ain't a cop either.
What you looking for man?
Whatever you got. You know...
Crank 20/20s, blue bells.. chrystals and pure amp...
Those are shit.
Yeah, we got some bust and dust crated up at the house.
Alright.
I can get you a fair shake my fren. - Good! Alright, i'll follow you.
Yo, it's Tommy!
You wait right here, alright? - Alright.
C'mon up.
Who the fuck are you?
Just passing through.
I didn't ask where you going. I asked you, who you were?
Well, i didn't ask who you are.
We just, wanna get high and our money is green.
Then, you've come to the right place.
I gotta say, you got some balls coming up in here.
Unknown, nobody.
But if your money is green...
Then, it's all good.
That's pure glass.
Fire it up.
Looks good to me, how much?
Ah, fire the shit up.
It'll blow your balls off, brother.
I told you, we are good. How much?
Do you know..uhm..
Harlan DeGroate. Do you?
Is that a joke?
Why would i joke about that? - Cos this is his house.
He around?
I wouldn't know, I ain't his baby sitter.
Alright.
Uncle Red, not now.
We'll come back later.
Yo?
You forgot this.
Put your hands where I can see them, gentlemen.
Russell Baze?
That's right.
Chief Barnes, from North Braddock Police.
Alerted us this evening, that you're up here.
You are lucky i got here, when i did.
If the locals knew, why you're here. They'd zip you up..
and you'd be leaving in a body bag.
Do i need to ask, if you're carrying concealed weapons?
No, Sir.
- Alright.
Given that you are an ex-con,
Like you carrying concealed weapons, you have a choice.
Either i arrest you now, or i follow you to the state line.
With due respect, Officer. My brother might be up there and I ain't leaving without him.
I only do Chief Barnes, a favour once.
You return and i'll arrest you on the spot.
There's nothing you can do, from inside a jail cell.
Am i making myself clear, Gentlemen? - Yes sir, you are.
Alright, then i'll follow you out.
Hey, Russell.
Wesley.
I just heard from the Jersey Police.
They found your brother.
He is dead.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Maybe, i'll talk to him. - I got it, it's okay.
You hardly touched your food.
I had enough.
I appreciate you coming here.
I wanted to.
We wanted to.
I'm sorry about Rodney.
I'm really sorry.
He's gone through a lot, you know.
And so have you.
But, please don't do anything, okay?
You already tried.
You are lucky, you came out of there alive.
Let Wesley handle this. Let him do his job.
He is a good man, Russell.
You want me to take it? - I got it. I got it.
You ready to put all ths behind us?
Yeah, yeah.
Thanks for dinner.
You ready?
Police!
Get on the ground!
We got a six packs ounces.
Okay.
Every time, it's shit.
Hey, hey Baze. Russell, come back!
Russell..
What are you doing, man?
You can't be back here.
Wesley told me not to let anybody back here.
Give me that please? - Dan, where is that ledger?
You can't be here.
Where's the ledger Dan?
Don't do this. Let him handle it.
Is this it?
Russell, come on.
I won't say, if you won't.
I don't want any part of it.
What?
You Harlan DeGroate?
Who wants to know?
I'm taking over John Petty's accounts. - Who is this?
Listen to me.
I'm willing to settle his debt.
And we keep this deal going.
Who the fuck is this?
Don't matter.
You come to Braddock.
The money is yours.
How the fuck did you get my number?
Who the fuck is this?
Hey, we are closed.
uhm..
I want you to get your fat fucking ass in the kitchen.
Fix me up a salmon burger.
Make sure that this bitch add no extra.
What do you say Dan?
You look fit. - oh, thanks.
Staying out of trouble?
Yeah, i'm trying.
Yeah, i know what you mean.
I hear you might have some money for me?
Me?
You, somebody.
No. Not me, no.
Well, you dig now. Where does Petty keep his money.
Oh, no. Petty..yeah.
He keeps everybody.. at arms length.
I just tend bar.
Well, you just tend bar, from all the way back here.
No, i'm just.. - That's a good trick Dan.
So, let me get this straight.
You don't know where the money is?
I have no, honest to God. I swear to God.
You swear to God. - Yeah.
Well, you here invoking Daddy over this. I guess, i'm...
I'm mistaken? - Yeah.
It's a long way drive, Dan.
I didn't come... drive 5 hours and not get my fucking money!
Tell me where that safe is?
Get that fucker open wide up now. - Wait, i gotta remember the combination.
Jilly call 911.
Another number. One more number, wait!
One more number. Oh, God. Thank God.
You kidding me. Where's my fucking money?
Motherfuckers!
No!!!
Dan..
Oh God. Dan?
Do you know who I am?
Oh God. Dan?
Get up.
Keep moving.
I'm Rodney Baze's brother.
Tough kid.
Hear those birds?
Don't do it, Russell!
Russell?
Drop your weapon!
Russell. Drop it.
Walk away.
Drop it, Russell. Drop it.
Just listen to me.
Listen to me, Russell.
Russell.
Let me make this right!
For God's sake.
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