:24:11
Devon!
:24:13
Come on, Creedy.
Come on, Creedy!
:24:15
...It's gonna blow up!
...Back up! Back up!
Back up!
:24:17
...Oh, my God! Back up!
:24:19
I'm going as fast as I can!
:24:25
Back up! Back up! Back up!
:24:32
Stop! Quinn, stop!
:24:34
...Let me bloody go!
...No!
:24:42
No, Quinn!
:24:48
Devon's there!
:24:52
Devon!!
:24:55
Devon!!
:25:03
He doesn't care about us.
:25:06
He just wants the damn ash
off that field.
:25:36
Creedy's one-and-only
black label,
:25:39
aged two weeks
in a steel barrel.
:25:42
Now, the secret's
swallowing fast.
:25:43
That way it just burns your
stomach and not your throat.
:25:49
Go on.
:25:50
Sip it and weep.
:25:52
Poor bastard.
:25:53
Huh?
:25:56
Who? Eddie?
:25:57
A father's not meant to bury
his kids.
:25:59
It's supposed to be
the other way around.