Asst. F.B.I. Agent:
Why don't we let him through?
Warren Taft:
What?
Asst. F.B.I. Agent:
What's the harm? He sees his wife, he plays hoochie-coochie with his kid, we pick him up at home next week, nice and easy. No media, no hostile crowd, no problem.
Warren Taft:
You obviously don't understand the situation.
Asst. F.B.I. Agent:
Yes, I do, sir. That's why I said what I just did.
Warren Taft:
Well, you got two choices. You can stand here and do as you're told, or tomorrow morning, you can be fetching coffee for Dudley Do-Right.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:38