Det. Phillip Braxton:
[Braxton goes to a church. Spots a confession booth, gets in and meets with Frank, a priest but also an employee of Mook, a gangster. Braxton knocks on the wooden window inside the booth]
You in there?
Priest:
Of course I am. Good to see you, Phil.
Det. Phillip Braxton:
Well, here it is anyway.
[Gives Frank a small envelope through one of the windows' openings]
Priest:
[Counts money. Finishes]
There's only ten here, Phil.
Det. Phillip Braxton:
That's half, goddammit Frank! Who do you think I am? Donald fuckin' Trump? Jesus. Look ten grand ain't exactly chicken feed.
Priest:
I know. I know. Uh, it's a bad situation. Look, I'll talk to Mook. But I'm not making any promises. She wants 20.
Det. Phillip Braxton:
She knows I ain't got it.
Priest:
Don't shoot the goddamn messenger for Christ's sakes. These guys been around this town a long time. They're ingrown. I sure as shit ain't gonna let some penny, any flatfoot deal go at the bottom of the deck, I can tell you that right now.
[Rambles incoherently]
Priest:
You just have to give it to her. There's no getting around it.
Det. Phillip Braxton:
Who does this bitch think she-?
Priest:
Easy. Easy. There's nothing to get upset about.
Det. Phillip Braxton:
Nothing to get upset about, Frank? I'm broke! Oh. How could I have gotten myself into this? Will you pray for me?
Det. Phillip Braxton:
[He frowns]
What?
Det. Phillip Braxton:
You're still a priest, ain't you?
Priest:
[Thinks for a second]
Oh yeah. Right.
Det. Phillip Braxton:
Anything. A Hail Mary or...
Priest:
Whatever you want Phil. Uhh...
[He does the sign of the cross]
Priest:
May God be with you.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:23