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:50:03
You'll pack it up
or you'll put a bullet...

:50:06
in that pretty
little head of yours.

:50:09
Or someone else will.
:50:12
You are a pussy, Casey.
:50:14
Nick wouldn't admit
it, but it's true.

:50:18
You just couldn't
handle it, could you?

:50:21
Nick ever tell you
about that last time?

:50:24
Sure. Ballpeen's apartment?
:50:26
- Uh-huh.
- Did he tell you about the girl?

:50:32
- What's up?
- Why didn't you use
the silencer, Casey?

:50:35
Get the fucking money.
:50:39
- Why didn't you use a silencer?
- You wanna go door to door...

:50:41
and tell everybody
in the building my fuckin'name?

:50:43
- "I forgot 'em", "all right?"
- I don't know what the fuck
is wrong with you.

:50:47
Get the fuckin' money,Jimmy,
and let's get the fuck out.

:50:51
We got 45 seconds.
Let's go.

:51:17
- What?
-Jesus.

:51:21
She's seven,
maybe eight months, pregnant, Nick.

:51:24
Fuck me.
:51:26
"Come on", "Casey", "we got to go."
:51:29
She's dead, Casey.
:51:30
Dead, just like we're going to be...
:51:32
if we don't move our asses.
:51:34
We got to go.
Snap out of it, man!

:51:42
It's clear. We got to jump.
That bitch was gonna
kill you, man. Let it go.

:51:49
- What about Jimmy? Is he--
- He's meat loaf, bro.

:51:54
This is it, Nick.
:51:56
No more.

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