Eleanor Crisp:
[enters locker room, where she finds and unloads Kimble's gun, and also finds her dead son's bullet-ridden body and Kimble slumped and bleeding on floor against the shower wall]
Where's my grandson?
Detective John Kimble:
[gasping]
I don't know.
Eleanor Crisp:
[Eleanor fires gun into wall, just inches above Kimble's head, hissing]
Where's my grandson?
Detective John Kimble:
[gasping continues]
Go to hell!
[Eleanor fires gun into wall again, just inches above Kimble's head, Phoebe enters the locker room and sees that Eleanor is going to shoot Kimble]
Eleanor Crisp:
That's where you're going, you son of a bitch!
[moves towards Kimble and taking aim with pistol, suddenly accosted by an injured and bat-wielding Phoebe, who strikes her in the shoulder and knocks her to the floor]
Phoebe:
You're not so tough without your car, are you?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 12:00