BEEFY: Mate, I'm starving.
NATHAN: Tell me about it.
What have you got?
BEEFY: Burger.
NATHAN: Oh, man.
Ha.
BEEFY: What?
NATHAN: Hey.
BEEFY: What are you mean about?
NATHAN: OK.
Right.
You ain't going to believe this, because I didn't believe
it at first.
But I swear it's true, 'cause Ash said he
heard the same thing.
BEEFY: What are you talking to Ash for, man?
NATHAN: Look, you know that kid who got
stabbed last month?
BEEFY: Yeah.
I heard about it.
But I didn't know him.
NATHAN: Yeah, but you heard about it, right?
BEEFY: Yeah.
NATHAN: Well, anyway, after he got stabbed, the guys who
stabbed him let him get away.
Too busy arguing like idiots.
So the stabbed kid, you know, he's trying to get away, but
there's no where for him to go.
So he's stumbling down that alleyway.
You know, one arm pushed against his wound like that.
And as he looks behind him, they're all there,
coming after him.
So he turns a corner, and he sees the bright
lights of this place.
He stumbles in.
He's fallen behind the counter.
But now, he's leaking like a tap.
Blood everywhere.
BEEFY: No way.
This place?
NATHAN: Yeah.
This place.
I mean, the kebab guy, he didn't know what was going on.
He didn't know whether to help him or chuck him out.
[CLINK]
BEEFY: Yeah.
And?
NATHAN: Right.
So now, the gang bursts through the doors, and they're
looking to finish him off.
-What the fuck are you looking at, man?
Move.
BEEFY: Wait.
This really happened here?
NATHAN: Yeah.
It gets worse.
Look, I'm telling you.
They started giving it real big to the kebab guy.
You know, telling him to get out of the way so they could
get to the kid.
-Move.
-Get out of the fucking way, man.
Are you mad?
NATHAN: What do you think the owner's done?
BEEFY: I don't know.
NATHAN: Well, they didn't take too kindly to it, you see.
Some fuckers running in there with knives
out looking for trouble.
They've had enough of that shit.
They're probably from some war-torn country, you know?
Seeing shit me and you wouldn't believe.
So he picks up a knife.
I ain't talking about no pocket knife.
I'm talking about a big, motherfucking knife.
BEEFY: Shit man.
That's some "Crocodile Dundee" shit.
NATHAN: Exactly.
And the other two workers, they got two knives.
And it's three on three.
BEEFY: What the hell happens?
NATHAN: What happens?
Oh, come on.
Use your imagination.
Why do think I'm only eating the chips?
[LAUGHING]
BEEFY: [INAUDIBLE], man.
Is it true?
NATHAN: Yeah.
BEEFY: What?
NATHAN: No, I'm joking.
You should have seen your face.
Oh, I should have held it for longer.
Eat up.
[KNIVES CLANKING]
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