:15:26
Give up, Castor. Your time's up.
:15:31
Well, you better hit me, Sean,
'cause you only got one bullet left.
:15:34
So do you.
:15:37
Wow. We've got
something in common.
:15:41
We both know our guns.
:15:44
What we don't have in common is that
l don't care if l live, and you do.
:15:48
Sean, that hurts.
:15:52
You're not having
any fun, are you, Sean?
:15:55
Why don't you come with us?
Try terrorism for hire?
:15:57
- We'll blow some shit up.
lt's more fun.
- Shut the fuck up.
:16:00
You watch your fuckin' mouth!
:16:03
l'm about to unleash
the biblical plague ''Hell-A'' deserves,
:16:07
but l'll give this shithole
a break if my brother and l walk.
:16:09
- Bullshit.
- Oh-Oh no, l-l see, l see.
Y-You think l'm bluffing.
:16:14
Maybe l am.
But, then, maybe l'm not.
:16:17
More importantly, what would
you do with me locked up?
:16:19
You'd drive your wife
and kid crazy.
:16:22
Say, how is your daughter,
anyway? ls she ripening by now?
:16:24
Your-- Your darling Janie,
your little peach?
:16:26
ls she ripe?
:16:31
Okay.
:16:33
O-Okay.
:16:36
Policeman, don't shoot me.
:16:40
l'm scared, Seanie!
:16:45
Well, l think you better pull
the trigger,
:16:48
because l don't give a fuck!
:16:50
l'm ready
:16:52
Ready for the big ride, baby