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O'Banion :
Kenneth. Watch this. Go on, go on and get Tynert.
Isabel II : I think you missed a bump, Stab.
Stab : (says something in an Indian language)
Tristan : Who taught you how to drive anyway?
Tristan : Jesus!
Man1 : Sir! We have information that you're
transporting goods in violation of the Volstead Act.
Tristan : If you mean a case of Irish whiskey for my
father, I am.
Man1 : I have to ask you to give it up.
Tristan : He'll be a bit disappointed. No!
Man1 : Jesus.
O'Banion the younger :
Hold him down.
O'Banion the older : Let's get out of here, John P.
O'Banion the younger : There's an envelope in his
pocket.
O'Banion the older : Now, John P.
O'Banion the younger : My brother told you to
stay out of
our way. Pick him up and put him in the car.
Colonel Ludlow : I don't want to see him.
Tristan : Father?
Colonel Ludlow : I don't wanna see him.
Alfred : Tristan, I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. Father
won't see me. Even now?
Tristan : He blames the government for Isabel's...
Alfred : Tristan, there's something we have to talk
about. The officer you beat, he almost died. Everyone
understands... but they say that you're gonna have to plead guilty, serve 30
days.
Tristan : And the one who shot off his gun?
Alfred : He was...
reprimanded.
Tristan : And the O'Banions?
Alfred : Nothing. You have to let it go,
Tristan. It was a terrible, tragic accident. Tristan,
listen to me. You let this go now. You got in over your head.
Tristan : I need a minute. |
