AVON要杀掉STRINGER的头一晚，约他在天台喝酒，他们聊起共苦的童年，唏嘘不已，一瞬间仿佛又回到了亲密无间的过去。
Avon: I mean, look at this shit. can you fucking believe this? I mean, I got a crib that's overlooking the Harbor. This is the same place...we used to run through this motherfucker. We had every security guard in there following us.
Stringer: As they should have.
Avon: True, true. And then there was that one time...
Stringer: Toy store?
Avon: Hell, yeah, I told your ass not to steal the badminton set. What you gonna do with a fucking net and a racket..
Stringer and Avon together: and we ain't got no yard.
Avon: you like "yo, that white guy ain't gonna jump over that counter and come chase after me."
Stringer:He sure did, though
Avon: He was on your ass like Carl Lewis. Fists was rolled up. Your ass was running, too, fast as you could. Punching yourself in the chest looking all mad and shit.
Stringer: That shit was crazy, man. Right here, too, man, right here. Goddamn.
Stringer: We ain't gotta dream no more, man. I can't get too fucked up tonight, man. I got some shit I gotta do on the site tomorrow. The fucking Polack we got working for us, man. I gotta pull his coat.
To be continued.
