Last Rampage: The Escape of Gary Tison Page #8

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There is no way we're making

through that...

Just hold your f***ing mud

and listen to me.

Do what I say.

You're a f***ing Tison.

Punch in. Punch in.

Punch in, goddammit, go!

- Damn! Anybody hit?

- -I'm all right.

- Go, go, go.

- Move, move, move.

- Come on.

- There's shots fired.

- Let's go.

- I repeat. Shots fired.

Brown Van with unknown

number of passengers

coming your way in five minutes.

Do you copy?

F***!

Get back here.

Get back here, Randy.

Go faster!

I am going as fast as I can.

Gun it, goddammit!

Dad!

There is another

road block, dad.

Go! Go!

He ain't stopping.

Open up!

We're gonna make it, Ricky. I won't

let anything happen to you...

Donnie.

I am sorry, Rick.

I didn't keep you safe.

You did, Donnie.

You did.

Come on.

Dad!

Leave it, boy.

Every man for himself.

- Gary!

- Dad?

Come on, we got to run.

What about Donnie?

- I am going with daddy.

- Sh*t.

What about Donnie?

I am going with daddy.

Oh, f***.

Goddammit.

- Hold.

- Freeze.

- Get him. Get him.

- I got it.

Stop.

Stop!

Get down!

Stay down!

- How many you got?

- I got two.

Don't make yourself the target.

You two, out

of the f***ing Van, now!

F*** you!

F*** you!

- John, did you...

- Yeah, I just...

Just brought him in.

Alive?

Six people.

Little boy,

three women and two men.

Not to mention the Tison boy.

That make seven.

It's on my watch.

John...

You did everything you could.

Did I?

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