David Percival:
Let me help you with your bags.
[opens the trunk of the upside down car with luggage falling out]
Lorraine Broughton:
Fucks sake!
David Percival:
[dragging a henchman]
Russians are fucking heavy...
Lorraine Broughton:
Five minutes on the ground, and I'm already made.
David Percival:
You're not made.
[throws Russian into his car]
Lorraine Broughton:
They knew my name.
David Percival:
That's troubling.
Lorraine Broughton:
...and yours.
David Percival:
Probably surprising.
Lorraine Broughton:
[punches waking Russian in the face]
Great fucking start, Percival...
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:46