Pritchett:
Oh, God! Oh, God! How does that gunship fit into your grand strategy? You don't know what you're doing, do you? This is out of control! I must have been...!
Vic Deakins:
[Deakins crushes Pritchett's throat, by striking it with a Mag-lite. Pritchett falls back in his seat, choking to death]
Hush... hush!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:04