l'm okay, Lists.

Concentration for the race.

Concentration, that's what you need. Gotta get your rest.

Maybe you're right.

l will take that break after all.

GUNNER: Good call.

Guy can't grind for shit.

(GRUNTING)

Move!

Looking for me?

Hold him.

You killed my wife.

Well, now, maybe l did.

l don't care if the queen bitch

wants to save you for the track.

Nobody disrespects the Brotherhood and lives.

Put him down.

l'm going to take your head.

(GRUNTS)

(LISTS GROANS)

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

What the fuck!

(YELLING)

(SHOUTS)