Stitches Page #4
Sounds like a fun guy.
You are 16, right?
I don't want to go to prison.
Long time no see.
Bastard!
- Step on his head!
Oh, for f***'s sake.
Vinny, I'm not leaving here
without Kate and the others.
Here, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Here, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Where are you?
Right, where are you?
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Here, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Here, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Come on.
- No.
Toughen up.
- No.
Here, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Here, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Here, Tommy, Tommy.
Here, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
We'll be OK in the crowd. He's not going
to attack us in front of everyone.
OK? OK.
Where do you think you're going?
- Get out of my way, you wanker.
You're so f***ing sued.
My dad's a lawyer!
Richie!
Richie!
Richie!
Oh my God!
Why you screaming, chunky?
You clearly got the stomach for it.
Everybody happy?
We have to go.
Blow Job Kate, get your mouth around this.
Vinny, Kate.
Kate.
Kate, wake up.
- Kiss her, Tom. Now's your chance.
Kate!
Come on!
Deja-motherfucking-vu.
Where do you think you're going?
Where are we going?
- To the graveyard.
Stitches' egg. If we can find it
and break it, I think we can kill him.
You little bastard.
Oh, for f***'s sake.
Come on. Hurry up.
I can't stop it.
Where are you?
Where are you?
Let's go.
OK. One of us needs to stand guard.
Inside, you'll see big shelves
with hundreds of eggs on them.
Tom...
- Stitches' egg has his face on it.
Tom, I don't know what's there. Just go.
- Yes.
Looks like there's a party at my house.
Where are you?
Tom, righty tighty, lefty loosey.
Happy birthday, Tommy.
It's time to cut the cake.
Now which is funnier...
the look on your face watching her die...
or the look on her face watching you die?
How about we flip a coin?
Heads it's me. Tails it's her.
That's really sick, Tom.
I like it.
Well, f*** me sideways.
with egg on my face.
What is it?
- Open it. It's a moving house gift.
We're only moving down the road.
- Just open it.
You'll need a stronger lens
if you wanna keep an eye on me.
Not that you're in to that sort of thing.
- Yeah.
Steady.
Steady.
Yes. Yes.
Everybody happy?
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