:54:09
Run, dread! Run!
:54:14
(screaming)
:54:20
Raas, didn't you see it?
Blood claat, what run for?
:54:23
A one white boy and two bredda enough!
:54:26
Let's kick dis little blood claat.
Batty-hole, yuh see.
:54:32
- l ready a ready.
- Get him!
:54:37
Hold on. Hold on, now.
:54:46
Tear you, Rasta!
:55:08
You fuck with my family and you die.
:55:16
Ugh!
:55:19
- Now we're talking serious fun, man.
- Abso-fucking-lutely.
:55:34
l've never met anyone quite like you, Hatcher.
:55:38
Go down to any soup kitchen,
you're gonna find a lot of guys just like me.
:55:42
- Why a soup kitchen?
- l'm just another unemployed guy.
:55:46
l don't think there is a lot of guys
like you anywhere.
:55:49
What's that supposed to mean?
:55:52
l've met a guy who is nice, not married,
gay, or trying to find himself,...
:55:56
..and he's trying very hard
to get himself killed.
:55:59
Well, l have some
unfinished business, you know,...