Southside Page #8

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But I don't want that,

all right?

I don't want that.

That's not... that's not...

that's not what I'm...

that's not what I'm about.

You know?

[Panting]

L...

So I fight

against it.

I fight

against it, man.

Just smash it,

and I f***in' kill it,

just anything

to get away, okay?

And then I win.

F***in',

that's how I win,

by fighting

against it,

beating it.

I win every time.

(Donald)

Guys, let's go.

Get your stuff in there.

Let's close that trunk.

Check your gun.

Okay, now, you stay here

in the alley.

Keep your eyes open.

Everybody, let's go!

So let's go out, huh?

I can't.

Oops are everywhere.

I'm surprised Fletcher

hasn't grabbed me already.

Come on, man.

Let's get out.

We can risk it.

No.

What are you

gonna do, man?

You just

gonna sit here?

I got nowhere else

to go.

Come on, let's...

Let's get out, man.

Let's get

out of here.

Travis, where the f***

can I go?

Anywhere.

F***in' Canada, man.

We'll jump a ship

for Canada.

Thanks.

But you better not

be seen with me.

Right.

I think

I'll make a move.

Yeah.

Talk to you...

talk to you tomorrow?

How about I write you

from inside?

You'll get out of it,

Jack, okay?

You always do.

Yeah.

So I'm out of here.

[Water droplets patting]

F***.

F*** that.

Give me a hand,

all right?

Come on.

Hey, watch where

you're puttin' your hands.

[Chuckles]

[Both grunting]

Fletcher.

I'm glad you won.

I'll see you, Trav.

See you, Jacko.

Hey, hold it right there.

[Distant banging]

[Groaning]

[Gunshot]

[ominous music]

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