Vigilante1983

Nick:
How's it going?

Eddie Marino:
Vickie's not comming back. That's how it's going.

Nick:
I see. You blame yourself, huh? Is that why you're running?

Eddie Marino:
I'm getting out of here as fast as I can. That's it. I don't want the police or that gang to come back around here looking for retribution. Look that this. Ten years of my f***ing life with this plastic sh*t. There's gotta be someplace I can start my life over. I don't know where, Nick... But not here where they can kick your ass anytime they feel like it. I don't know anymore.

Nick:
Yeah man, I know how you feel.

Eddie Marino:
No, you don't. My neighbors... they all saw what happened and they didn't do sh*t. They never called the police nor gave a statement.

Nick:
Forget it, Eddie. They're victims, man. They gave up fighting a long time ago.

Eddie Marino:
Everybody's a victim. So what?

Nick:
You're still walking around in the dark, man. You wanna run? Go ahead. After you, then Burke, Ramon, and maybe me. But I'll tell you this. Sooner or later we're gonna run out of places to hide. What do we do then? Huh? Climb on some high mountain where it's nice and safe like in the suburbs? Wrong! After those punks and scum finish turning this whole neighborhood into a cesspool, what makes you think they're not gonna look up at that high mountain of ours and want that too? The word is out on the street, man. The bottom is about to fall out. They want us bad, but they're coming after you first. These are our homes. We give 'em up... and we've got nothing! Fight for it, Eddie. Fight for it!