State of Grace
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:11:01
Check this out.
:11:12
- What the fuck is that?
- It's...

:11:15
It's Frankie's idea.
You got your favourite gun, right?

:11:20
He got tired of tossing away
a perfectly good piece after every job.

:11:25
You take your hands,
:11:28
and you take your gun.
:11:31
You put the prints on the gun,
you stash it.

:11:35
The cops find the gun.
They're lookin' for a dead man.

:11:40
- This is somebody's hands?!
- Yeah.

:11:42
- What are you touching 'em for?!
- Terry, meet Flynn.

:11:45
Don't fuck with me.
No, don't fuck with me.

:11:49
- (Jack laughs hysterically)
- Don't! Don't! You're gonna get... Fuck!

:11:54
- That's somebody's hands!
- Are you scared?

:11:59
- Get the fuck...!
- All right, hands up.

:12:01
- Put 'em back.
- They're in. They're in.

:12:05
- They're in. All right?
- You're a sick pup.

:12:07
- I know.
- You're a very sick pup.

:12:10
What's this? Come here.
:12:15
Sweet.
:12:16
See this gun I got here?
I love this fucking gun.

:12:22
- I usually shoot straight when I'm drunk.
- You mean you were aiming?

:12:30
Thank God you're back. I was feeling like
the last fucking Irishman in the Kitchen.

:12:36
Terry, you've been away
too long. You gotta wake up.

:12:40
Never do business with a greaser.
The cops get him, they got an eyewitness.

:12:44
And an eyewitness puts you away.
Unless it's around here.

:12:48
The cops can't do shit around here.
:12:51
Now, me and Frankie took
this union guy out last year.

:12:54
Went up to him on the street,
popped his button.

:12:57
There must've been 50 witnesses.

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