interrogator l had ever seen.
Tom Hardy could get in your head
faster than you could tie your shoes.
-Why did he leave the Army?
-l dont know and l dont care...
...because there is nobody
better in a room.
Sir, if hes not Army, its not official.
Well, then, Captain Osborne,
its unofficial.
Evening, sir.
lt doesnt get unofficialer than that.
-Hey, Bill, how is it going?
-Pretty much fucked. You?
W
Gordon, theyre just little girls.
They were in the Watergate last night. They know too much, Bob.
I want to interrogate them.
I think youve done enough, what with bumbling the burglary and all.
Just pay off all your guys on that CREEP list.
Dont worry about that. Ive got that right here.
G. Gordon Liddy isnt going to let down the President of the United States.
Would you ladies like to see t
suspects,
its a bargain at 10 times the price.
Hub, this is Survey Two.
Escort is breaking off.
Mobile One is entering the building.
Gentlemen, I have the seller on-site
and in play. Quite frankly,
theres nothing much more to discuss.
- All right, Pam. Your call.
- Go.
- Were on.
Audio contact only.
- Switching to channel one now.
Copy that. Its affirmative.
Hub, Mobile One and seller
have entere
The lonely sound of a buoy bell in the distance. Water slapping against a smooth, flat surface in rhythm. The creaking of wood.
Off in the very far distance, one can make out the sound of sirens.
SUDDENLY, a single match ignites and invades the darkness. It quivers for a moment. A dimly lit hand brings the rest of the pack to the match. A plume of yellow-white flame flares and illuminates the bat
suspected us for so long.
l know! And l denied it!
And now, youve gone...
and confirmed it all for her!
Big fucking deal!
You made Leslie shorter!
Big fucking deal!
But its all here!
The schmuck country doctor,
the violinist...
her sister in Connecticut
cheating with her husband.
The picture window, for Chrissake!
Cruel observations about Marvin...
and his barbecue and chefs hat.
And of course, J