Jack:
[cocking his shotgun while approaching Mick standing by the gate of his front yard]
Get off my property!
Mick Taylor:
[casually]
Hey mate, the boy. Hand him over.
Jack:
[angrily and defensive]
I said... GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!
[fires a warning shot with the bullet smashing through a porcelain décor in the yard]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:54