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[PHONE RINGING] Bruno: [hisses] Ivan! Ivan: Fuck-…
Bruno: Let’s go. Ivan: But-… Bruno: We shouldn’t have come here anyway.
Charlie: Don’t. Gene: You sure? Charlie: Leave ‘em be, we’re better than that... Besides, if we play nice maybe we can strike a deal.
Bruno: Fucking hell, I don’t fancy round two with that guy; pick up the pace. Ivan: Maybe we should-… Bruno: No, there’s too many of ‘em in there. Run.
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[GRAVEL SCRAPES] Ivan: [grunts] Bruno: What’re you doing?!
Ivan: You launched that bloody cone at me! Bruno: Get up! Ivan: Cool your fuckin’ jets, no one’s comin’ after us.
Bruno: What the fuck was that? You couldn’t even silence your fucking phone?! Get your head in the game-… Ivan: What’s the POINT?! Who the fuck even cares who’s sellin’ drugs where? Bruno: I-…
Ivan: I don’t give a shit, and I’m tired of pretendin’ I do… Y’can see right through me anyway, so what’s the point? Bruno: What do you want me to do, Ivan? I can’t get you out of this… Ivan: I don’t expect y’to.
Bruno: [sighs] Let’s get outta here. Ivan: I.. I think I broke my wrist. Bruno: It’s probably a sprain, don’t be dramatic-…
Ivan: [scoffs] Son of a-.. sprained?! Does that look normal t’you? Bruno: Oh, shit. Ivan: Uh-huh. Fuckin’ dramatic my ass.
Bruno: I didn’t mean-… Ivan: So now I’m a drama queen on top of being fuckin’ useless? Bruno: I’m sorry, okay?
Ivan: For what? Finally sayin’ it? Bruno: Ivan, I didn’t even-… C’mon, you can be mad at me later, we need to get to the hospital. Ivan: I ain’t broke my damn leg, get off me.
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Bruno: I think we’ll be waiting for a while. Ivan: … Bruno: You okay?
Ivan: Amazin’. Bruno: [sighs] Mia: Tch, accident prone ain’t ‘cha? What’ve you done this time?
Ivan: Apparently! I broke my wrist. Mia: Ooh, gnarly. If you’re still here when I get off, I’ll find ya, sign your cast! Ivan: [scoff laughs] Sure.
