:37:01
Mr. Mason,
have you ever killed anything?
:37:06
-What?
-My wife and kids.
:37:11
-You sack of shit!
-John! John!
:37:13
-You son of a bitch.
-Take it outside.
:37:14
You`re fucking mine tomorrow,
you sack of shit!
:37:20
What`s up with that dude?
:37:22
He lost his daughter
a couple of months ago.
:37:29
You didn`t kill your family,
did you?
:37:36
How did that make you feel?
:37:38
l came in my fucking pants.
:37:48
l know more about you
than you think, Mason.
:37:53
You probably do...
:37:55
but l don`t know shit about you.
:37:58
Ask me anything you want.
:38:01
How`d you get that
fucked-up scar under your eye?
:38:10
l refer to that as my birthmark.
:38:12
On my eighth birthday, my father
brought me a bulldog--
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a fat little bulldog.
:38:18
l named him Prince Heny Stout.
:38:21
He was strong.
:38:23
He would chase my pet turkey.
:38:25
He would chase squirrels
up the tree.
:38:28
l trained him, raised him...
:38:30
fed him, groomed him.
:38:33
l loved that dog.
:38:36
More than anything in the world,
l loved that dog.
:38:39
My father gave me a handful
of chery bombs and M-80s...
:38:42
and said, ""You`re gonna train
this dog to be a protector.""
:38:46
So l got behind
a little dummy my dad built...
:38:50
and l tossed these chery bombs
and M-80s at the dog.
:38:55
After a while, he`d get angy
and come at the dummy.