That’s him! Get him! Fuck him up! We’re gonna jack you up.
Make him hurt bad. Whoo! Yaah! Yaah! [screaming
in slavic language] Quinn… I’m getting a little tired
of chopping you up. [beeps] Thought I might try fire
for a change. [speaking
salvic language] Give my regards to frost. [screaming] No! Please don’t! [radio crackles] Put him out. Yes, sir.