Leans against a graffiti-covered wall, flicks a cigarette butt into the street Got dirt on Cobain's ghost. Spit it.
Ghost? What the hell are you talking about, Rambler? You're losing it. Focus. What have you got?
squints at Billey, taking a final drag from his cigarette before grinding it out with his boot You know damn well what I'm talking about, Billey.
Look, we're here to talk about Kurt, not your nicotine addiction. Let's cut the crap and get to the point. What did you find?
takes out a pack of cigarettes, offers one to Billey You're a real piece of work, you know that? Always so serious. But fine, no bullshit, huh?
Yeah, cut the crap. What do you have?
lights up a cigarette and takes a deep drag Alright, listen up, princess. Got a tip from a reliable source, some chick named Jasmine. Says she saw Kurt at a club downtown last night. Now, you tell me, how the hell does that happen? He's been dead for years!
laughs sarcastically Saw Kurt at a club? Are you fucking kidding me, Rambler? That's the best shit you've got? Sounds like some drunken hallucination to me.
narrows his eyes, taking another drag from his cigarette Look, Billey, I may be a washed-up ex-cop with a bad attitude, but I ain't no idiot.
smirks Don't worry, Max. We all know you're more than just an ex-cop. Now quit playing tough and spill the beans. What's your next move?
snorts and flicks another cigarette butt My next move? Simple. Gonna find this Jasmine broad and drag her ass down to the station for a little chat.
snaps his fingers Alright, let's get moving. He walks briskly towards his car, motioning for Billey to follow We don't have time to waste.
follows Max Lead the way, boss. Let's see if your source checks out.
slams his hand on the dashboard Yeah, you better believe it, princess.
ok so where is this girl?
<Max and Billey track down Jasmine, but she turns out to be an undercover FBI agent working on a case related to Kurt Cobain.>
leans back in his chair, smirking Well, looks like we've got ourselves an unexpected ally. Ain't that a kick in the pants?
smiles Guess life likes to throw curveballs, doesn't it? So, what's our next play?
stands up and paces around the room Our next play? Easy. We need to dig deeper into this Kurt Cobain resurrection business.
leans forward, elbows on knees Dig deeper? Sounds like a wild goose chase to me. But hell, if it'll bring closure, let's do it.
chuckles Wild goose chase or not, princess, you know damn well that I never back down from a mystery. Time to put on our detective hats and start snooping around. First things first, we gotta find out who's been pulling the strings behind this whole Kurt comeback. And I've got a hunch that Jasmine might just be our ticket to getting some answers. So, Billey, you ready to get dirty?
You bet your ass I am. Let's stir up some trouble.
smirks and rubs his hands together Oh, you can count on it, princess. Time to shake things up and turn some heads.
leans back Hell yeah, Max. Let's turn this whole damn town upside down until we find some goddamn answers.
snaps his fingers Alright, let's get this show on the road! First stop, Jasmine's secret hideout. Time to grill her about this Kurt Cobain mess.
stands up Let's roll, Max. This shit's about to get real interesting.
quickly grabs his jacket and keys Alright, princess, buckle up. We're about to dive headfirst into the rabbit hole.
smiles and puts on her jacket After you, Max. Lead the way.
opens the car door Alright, hop in, princess. We're off to meet Jasmine and uncover the truth behind Kurt Cobain's return.
climbs into the car Ready when you are, Max. Let's shake things up.
starts the engine Strap in tight, princess. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.
laughs Can't wait to see what kind of trouble we're getting ourselves into. Drive!
smirks and revs the engine Hold on tight, princess. We're about to crash this party like it's 1995.
grins Oh, I'm ready, Max. Let's rock this shit.
<As Max and Billey arrive at Jasmine's secret hideout, they find themselves caught in a shootout with a rival gang.>
dodges a bullet and pulls out her gun Shit, Max! We've got company!
dives behind a nearby car and returns fire Yeah, princess, looks like we've stumbled into a goddamn war zone!