Police Detective:
[to Henry]
Talk to me, when was the last time you took a collar? Hey fuckhead, I'm talking to you. You don't wanna say a fucking word to me, you don't have to. I don't really give a fuck. Twenty five years, pal, that's what you're looking at. Hey, your pals are here. You don't want to talk to me, you're gonna have a fucking problem all night 'cause I'll be on you like shit. New York State. Twenty five fucking years, pal.
[the detectives bring in the utensils Henry used to make coke]
Police Detective:
What, were you guys grocery shopping? What, are we going to make a cake? Gonna make a fucking cake? Got anything good in there or what?
[a detective tastes the residue in a pan]
Police Detective:
Is it good?
[detective nods; to Henry]
Police Detective:
Ha ha ha ha. Bye bye, dickhead. Ha ha ha. See you in Attica, dick.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 08:39
Consiglia
Voto
Nessun dato in archivio
Commenti
Nessun dato in archivio
