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Transcript:
Tommy: If it weren’t for the gingerness, I dunno if I’d have recognised ya. Oscar: Dead giveaway, huh? Sorry it’s been a while, I’ve been kinda busy… Tommy: I heard. I’m glad y’finally turnin’ things around for yourself.
Oscar: Uh-huh, uh-huh-.. we don’t have time for mush! Where’s Rhys? Tommy: Uh, he’s in the bedroom with Coty; packin’. Oscar: Packing? Good.
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Rhys: Obviously I need t’leave! But I don’t get why Riona bothered threatenin’ me if Artie was just gonna sack me off. Ivan: I guess he overruled her. Coty: That’s a good thing, ain’t it? He won’t have to look over his shoulder all the time.
Rhys: I dunno about good, they’ve been sent here t’beat the shit outta me. Coty: That ain’t happening, right? Ivan: Duh.
Rhys: But that’s what they expect, so I guess you gotta… Ivan: Who’s t’say you wouldn’t fight back? We’ll just smack each other about a bit so it looks legit. Coty: How ‘bout no one hits anyone.
Rhys: I ain’t even stickin’ round, what’s the point? Ivan: We’re still stuck here though, ain’t we? He knows we’re close, it’s gotta look believable-.. Oscar! Get in here. Coty: I dunno, man.. just say he left with no bother.
Oscar: What’s up? Rhys: Ivan reckons you’ve gotta beat each other up so this looks legit. Oscar: Fair point.
Tommy: It’s a stupid point. Oscar: Eh, it can’t hurt-.. well, it will, but it ain’t a bad idea. Just don’t get mad when I hit you n’ actually beat me up. Tommy: He will, n’ I ain’t stickin’ around for it.
Coty: [whispers] He’s smart. Ivan: C’mon, I ain’t gonna get mad. Hit me. Rhys: [whispers] He’s gonna get mad.
Ivan: Christ-.. in the eye?! Oscar: You didn’t say where. Ivan: [grunts]
[SCUFFLING ENSUES] Rhys: Told you. Coty: Uh-huh…
Rhys: Okay, okay! Quit it! Oscar: You said you wouldn’t get mad. Ivan: I didn’t get fuckin’-…
Oscar: You almost knocked my teeth out! Ivan: Uhm.. sorry, bud. Rhys: [laughs] Alright, consider me terrified; I’ll leave n’ never come back, I swear!
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Tommy: Thanks for everythin’, Oscar. The apartment, the laptop, the-… Oscar: Don’t worry about any of that, alright? Tommy: I’ll pay y’back one day.
Oscar: Tch, how bout you quit it with the growing as payback? Everyone’s always gotta be taller than me, don’t they. Tommy: [snorts] My bad. D’you reckon they’ll-… Oscar: They left Rickey alone, didn’t they? You’ll be fine.
Ivan: Where’re y’gonna head to? Rhys: We’re gonna find a dorm together or somethin’, we’ll be roomies! Tommy: [laughs] After we’ve stayed with your folks for a while, which means finally comin’ clean to ‘em.
Oscar: I don’t envy you; I’ve been there… Ivan: Yeah, kinda glad I ain’t got no folks to disappoint. Rhys: Alright, geez.. talk about a bunch o’ buzzkills.