:25:00
l thought you said
he could drive, Sol.
:25:01
Don't worry about me. Just worry
about that dog on my seats.
:25:05
All right?
:25:26
What?
:25:28
You said he was a getaway driver.
What the fuck can he get away from?
:25:32
Don't worry about Tyrone.
He can move when he has to.
:25:35
Worry about getting us a gun.
:25:41
What's that?
:25:43
This is a shotgun, Sol.
:25:46
lt's a fucking
anti-aircraft gun, Vincent.
:25:49
-l want to raise pulses, don't l?
-You'll raise hell, never mind pulses.
:26:10
That does not look like a bookies.
:26:13
Why'd we stop here? What's the
matter with that space over there?
:26:17
lt's too tight.
:26:19
Too tight?
:26:22
You could land a
jumbo-fucking-jet in there.
:26:24
Leave him alone.
He's a natural. Ain't you, Tyrone?
:26:28
Of course l am.
:26:41
A natural fucking idiot.
Tyrone, what've you done?
:26:44
Yeah, Tyrone, what have you done?
:26:46
Look, you hassle me,
you see what happens.
:26:49
lt's all right.
No, don't move it now.
:26:51
People'll see the damage.
Why'd you do that?
:26:54
l didn't see it.
:26:55
lt's a four-ton truck. lt's not like
it's a packet of fucking peanuts.