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I'm letting him go.
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How long are you doing, lad?
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Twelve.
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- Twelve! He's killed someone. - I don't care. Go.
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You'll get twelve.
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They'll send you down for this, you cracked mare.
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You'll die in there love. Go on, go.
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- Home? - I'm blowing it in.
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No, anywhere but there, they'll find you there.
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You won't make it in there. It's not safe in there.
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Now go, go on. Go please.
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Now, now. Just run. Run!