Stansfield:
[catching Mathilda in the bathroom with food bags]
Special delivery huh... Let me guess... Chinese? Thai, maybe? Ahh, I've got it. Italian food
[pops a pill and pulls out a gun]
Stansfield:
What's your name angel...
[Mathilda answers]
Stansfield:
... Mathilda, I want you to put the sack on the floor... good... Now, I want you to tell me everything you know about Italian food, and don't forget the name of the chef who fixed it for me.
Mathilda:
Nobody sent me.I do business for myself.
Stansfield:
Ahh... so this is... something... personal?... What filthy peice of... shit... did I do now?
Mathilda:
You killed my brother.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:27