Bunawar
Rama listen. Do enough to get inside, but not enough to keep you there for good.
Rama
Where is he?
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Exactly as I said man, this is the guy I was telling you about. Yuda, met him out on the sticks on that thing with Kang Epy.
Explain to me again why I need a **** farmboy?
Seriously, you gotta see this kid in action. No bullshit, he's got some crazy mad skills. When it all kicked off, he got me out. And check this shit out! See that? [Points to scar on Rama's face] Kid took a **** machete to the face for me. His is all **** up, mine is as miserable as ever.
You talk at all or just stare?! You know I got no time for starers.
Rama
I'm not a **** farmboy. All bullshit aside, I need the work. I'm a fast learner. I can learn the streets. I just need a chance. You stick a hand out for me, I'll always remember it. But cross me, you won't last long enough for either of us to forget.
He always threatens his way through interviews?
Nah, it ain't like that, you got it all wrong. [To Rama] What the **** is wrong with you?! Chill the **** out!
**** it, he's waiting upstairs.
Let's go [They all get up walking across room, then up stairs and Rama shoulder bumps an undercover mafia infiltrator]
Rama
And?!
Remember his face. Cut it twice before he leaves. Okay.
Rama
What the **** you say?
Leave it. He can say whatever the **** he wants, you can't **** around with him. [Undercover cop starts walking up stairs but Rama still stares at the two walking away and the undercover cop walks back down and gets ahold of Rama again] Come on. Forget about him, this is more important. [They start walking again]
I'm sick and tired of this shit. [Slaps hooker's head] You do what they tell you. **** useless. [Undercover cop brings Rama to a room]
Boss! They're here! Mr. Fauzan! Good to see you! You lost weight again Fauzan, right? Get a drink.
Sure, sure, sure.
Politician's Son: Pour a drink for me. Let me introduce you first, this is Yuda.
Oh yeah.
Yeah, **** crazy guy this one. [Rama kicks a karaoke singer, pushes the hotshot and walks away, wrapping a string around a right hand]
This is your last **** warning again bitch. [Rama kicks the pimp sending him flying leg up onto a couch, then Rama takes the hookers hand and takes her away, then walks up to four men at a table, then whips one man in the face, slams one man's face into the table, punches one and smashes a bottle in another and then starts a whipping frenzy on the politician's son]
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You won't last long. You should walk carefully back to your cell. Knowing his connections, I'd say it's your last time to walk back to your cell... without a limp. Be careful.
