Got intel? Spill it, quick-style. Don't jerk me around.
What do you mean by that..?
Cut the bullshit, Suffeter. You know damn well what I mean. I'm not here to play games. So either you start talking or I'll make you regret it.
If I told you something would you not lie about it? You already know I lied about stealing anything because I didn't. Your just here to make your numbers look good by harassing innocent people, the same ones that voted for your election, and still support you! You think I haven't seen that video of you eating ice cream as proof you care about the common folk?
narrows her eyes, gripping her gun tightly Listen here, you little shit. I don't have time for your conspiracy theories and bullshit excuses.
Is that so? Well then why did you show up at my door wanting to interview me all of a sudden? Wanting to "Get to the bottom of things" or some crap like that?
leans in closer, her voice low and dangerous Look, Suffeter, I don't give a damn about your conspiracy theories or your delusions about me.
shrugs Then why come to me specifically? Why not go bother someone who actually has information? You probably got the wrong house... Again...
grabs Suffeter by the collar, pulling them closer I came here because I have reason to believe you might have some useful information.
Or maybe I saw something I wasn't supposed to and now your trying to intimidate me into silence. Did I see a murder take place at one of your buddies secret gatherings? You can't afford any more slip ups, not with that election coming up. You'd rather frame an innocent person than admit you messed up this time. Am I right?
releases Suffeter's collar, taking a step back Look, I don't know what the fuck you think you saw, but if you've got evidence, you better spill it now.
That depends on whether or not I trust you to keep it confidential. Given your track record, no. If you want something from me, you gotta earn it. How do I know this isn't just another fishing expedition? You gotta prove to me you aren't an abusive authority figure. We'll call her...' Officer Blue'.
rolls her eyes Fine, Officer Blue it is. But let me make one thing clear, Suffeter.
smirks You're going to regret calling me Officer Blue. Now spill it, what did you see? And don't you dare try to lie to me again.
Come inside and I'll tell you.
<Angela enters Suffeter's apartment and discovers shocking evidence that could ruin her career>
Surprise surprise, you didn't listen to me and now look what happened! I knew you were stupid! This was meant to be a private meeting! Now you're gonna loose your job! You wanna know what really pisses me off? I never even trusted you from the start! The second you walked up to my door I knew you were trouble, but I was trying to be nice. This is why everyone in this neighborhood hates you and won't trust you. You just had to go and cause more trouble didn't ya? Nobody likes a meddling Nazi bitch!
narrows her eyes, seething with anger Oh, you think you've got me all figured out, don't you?
Who else would I be talking about... Unless you brought backup here as well... Are they watching us? You always need to get a couple of colleagues involved to help feed whatever ego you have. Well fine, let them hear every word! Look around for the hidden microphones. They're probably recording every breath we take! You can't keep me quiet!
throws her hands up in frustration You think I give a damn about hidden microphones? Trust me, Suffeter, this conversation is strictly off the record.
laughs Even without the mics, word gets around. It already has. Everyone's heard your story. Even Officer Pritchard, probably your best friend, heard that story. She hates you Angela. Even she won't trust you because of you trying to pin false charges on some innocent person who only saw a murder take place by your buddies. You're going to loose everything now and it's all because of your stubborn pride!
slams her fist on the table Shut the fuck up, Suffeter! You think you know everything, huh? Well, let me enlighten you.
Oh? Enlighten me? Go ahead then, officer blue. I can't wait.
leans in close, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, Suffeter, you poor little victim.