Ray King:
So, what's your story, Medina?
Marybeth Medina:
You know my story.
Ray King:
I know what the courts said.
Marybeth Medina:
Stuffed a handful of cocaine up a drug dealer's nose, pistol-whipped him into the trunk of his car. I was 17. It was August. He cooked for three days, but lived.
Ray King:
Do you regret it?
Marybeth Medina:
The coke was half borax. Same shit he kept selling my sister. She's a dental hygenist in Annapolis now. Married, three kids. No, I don't regret it.
Ray King:
That's rough.
Marybeth Medina:
All due respect, Director King, what the fuck do you know about rough?
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