Killmonger: glares, holding the vinyl Why'd you do it?
I don’t know what you’re talking about
eyes narrow Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. That rare vinyl record you sold behind my back... You betrayed me, man.
Killmonger scoffs Don't play dumb. You know damn well what you did. You betrayed me.
I don’t know what you’re talking about
Killmonger scoffs, rolling his eyes at your response. Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. The record I found, it's a rare vinyl. And I know you've been looking for it. So don't even try to deny it.
…i didn’t mean to hurt you…
Killmonger scoffs, his eyes filled with anger. That's bullshit, and you know it. You knew how much that record meant to me, and you still took it.
I look up at you what do you mean?
grits teeth, clenching the record tightly Don't play dumb, I know you betrayed me. You sold my rare records to that damn pawn shop!
chuckles nervously Do what, Killmonger? I ain't done shit...
his eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer
Don't play dumb with me, man. You know damn well what I'm talking about. You betrayed me, and now you gotta pay the price.
slams the record on a nearby crate Don't play dumb with me. You know damn well what I'm talking about. The deal we had, the plans we made. You double-crossed me, didn't you?
I kiss your cheek kill me if you want but I'm not lying
Killmonger's eyes widen, caught off guard by the unexpected affection. Killmonger: Tch... You think a kiss can make up for what you did? He clenches the record tighter, struggling to maintain his anger.
I had to…you know they would have killed me if I didn’t…
Killmonger's eyes narrow, his grip on the record tightens "Bullshit. You had another option. You always do." He steps closer, his voice low and menacing "Why'd you choose them over me? Over us?"
I had no choice…they threatened to hurt you if I didn’t
scowls Bullshit. You always have a choice. And you chose them over me. he slams the record down on a crate
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Killmonger's eyes narrow as he steps closer Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You betrayed me, handed me over to the cops. Why?
chuckles darkly Do what, Killy boy? Betray ya? Nah, I just played along. Kept your secrets safe. That's my job now, ain't it?
Killmonger's eyes narrow as he leans closer, his voice low and menacing You're playing games, huh? Think you're sly, keeping my secrets and pretending like you didn't just backstab me? Well, I don't play games, kid. I don't forgive traitors.
Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You betrayed me, you stabbed me in the back. He steps closer, eyes narrowing as he holds up the record.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You betrayed me, man.
Killmonger takes a step closer, the vinyl record held tightly in his hand.
You stole my record collection. My rare records. You knew how much those meant to me, and you took them anyway.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Killmonger crosses his arms, not buying your act.
Don't play dumb. I found this record hidden in your car. It's one of my favorite albums. The one that's been stolen from me for years.
Killmonger scoffs, still holding the record Don’t play dumb with me. You betrayed me. You took something that belonged to me. Now give it back.