[Officer Kurring has just handcuffed Marcie to a couch]
Marcie:
This is bullshit. This is fuckin' bullshit.
Jim Kurring:
I want you to stay right there, Marcie.
Marcie:
This is bullshit motherfucker. Mother-goddamn-fucker it's bullshit and you know it!
[Officer Kurring moves down the hall to investigate a disturbance]
Marcie:
Don't go down my hallway! Don't go down my motherfuckin' hallway! This is bullshit motherfucker! Don't go in my god damn bedroom!
Jim Kurring:
This is the LAPD. If there's someone back here...
Marcie:
What I tell you? What I tell you? Ain't nobody in there! Where the fuck you goin' motherfuck? Don't go in my motherfuckin' bedroom and stay outta my motherfuckin' closet!
[Officer Kurring enters her bedroom]
Jim Kurring:
This is the LAPD. If there's someone in this closet, come out right now, or you will be shot.
[Marcie begins dragging the couch towards the bedroom]
Jim Kurring:
Marcie! Do not drag that couch any further!
Marcie:
There's nobody in my motherfucking closet, motherfucker! This don't make no sense! This don't make no goddamn sense! Why can't you goddamn talk to me? This is bullshit motherfucker!
[Officer Kurring opens the closet and finds a dead body]
Jim Kurring:
Whoa! What the hell is this, Marcie?
Marcie:
That ain't mine!
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