:21:03
Me, Bristles and Fatso arranged
to do a jewelry store job.
:21:11
Neat work, Doctor.
Never even fired a shot.
:21:16
The problem was later.
:21:57
How are we going to split it up?
:21:59
Fatso and I will make three
piles, and you choose first.
:22:05
Son, not now.
:22:08
Get out! Go on!
:22:32
You fucking moron!
We're splitting the loot...
:22:36
and you come at me with
your hand covered?
:22:43
it's his own fault he died.
:22:48
What the fuck's going on?
:22:51
So you shot him in the heat of
the moment, but we'd agreed...
:22:57
for me to shoot you,
so we could take your share.