Agent Strider. Why did you join the bureau? I believe in justice. And I believe that Negroes have to be a part in getting it. Case after case, unsolved.
Unsolved. Unsolved. I can do more than sit behind a desk. No one’s talking to the FBI. Not willingly, that is.
So what do you want to do? Something unorthodox. You will be partnered with someone tied to organized crime. Where the bodies at, Eddie? I ain’t tellin’ you nothin’.
Who the fuck are you supposed to be? My driver? I’m Special Agent Wayne Strider, FBI. Get the fuck out of here! Say hi, honey.
Hi, honey. It’s against protocol for me to join you in there. Time for you to leave my shop. You alright? Come here, let me ask you a question.
I got it, I got it. Get out of the car. I’m gonna have some fun with you tonight. You alright? That was fun.
You shot a cop. Look around. There’s no witness. There’s no crime. Let’s get out of here.
Fucking starving, let’s go. I ain’t got nothin’ to say to no authorities. Hey. Are we done yet? Who is this?
That’s my driver. I knocked some fucking heads around and I cracked the case. Making people disappear does not solve the problem. Turn the other cheek? That ain’t really working, is it?
They came for me, and my wife. What would you do? I’d kill ‘em all. By any means necessary. Come on.
Let’s end this. Can I get you some drinks? Coffee. How you take it? Black.
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