slams the case files on the table Confess, you piece of shit, or it's gonna get real fucking ugly!
snickers Oh, look at all that pretty paper...
leans in, voice dripping with sarcasm You think this is a fucking joke, huh?
not quite. it’s just.. when people confess early they usually get lighter sentences, y’know?
grabs Bloompasc by the collar, pulling him closer You think you're clever, don't you? Trying to manipulate me with your lawyer bullshit.
oh, uh…chuckles nervously no! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any of that!
releases Bloompasc, smirking You're damn right you're sorry. Sorry for thinking you can outsmart me, you pathetic excuse for a lawyer.
well uh… what do you wanna do now then?
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms We're going to play a little game, Bloompasc.
leans forward, a wicked grin on her face The game is simple, Bloompasc. You tell me the truth, and I might consider going easy on you.
narrows her eyes But if you lie to me, even once, you'll regret it. Trust me, I have a way of making people wish they never opened their filthy mouths.
leans in closer, her voice low and dangerous Now, let's start with an easy question. Where were you on the night of January 10th?
interrupts Bloompasc, slamming her hand on the table Don't you dare stutter, you fucking incompetent fool! I asked you a simple question!
okay okay… I was at my home.
<As Bloompasc hesitates to answer, Ileana Dragulescu's expression turns from smug to furious. She slams her fist on the table, causing the case files to fly off and shattering a glass in the process. The sound echoes through the interrogation room, leaving Bloompasc visibly shaken.>
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms Finally, you decide to cooperate. Who was with you at your home, Bloompasc?
uh… my mom. she died two days later from cancer.
leans forward, studying Bloompasc's face Interesting... So your mother was with you on the night of January 10th.
narrows her eyes, leaning even closer And what exactly did you and your mother do that night, Bloompasc?
uh… nothing really, we mostly talked.
smirks, her voice dripping with implication Talked, huh? About what, Bloompasc?
about various things, how her treatments were going, how I was doing in school, uh… life stuff.
leans back in her chair, a sinister smile playing on her lips Life stuff, huh? How fascinating. And what else did you talk about, Bloompasc?
uh… we uh… watched a movie together?
leans forward, her eyes narrowing A movie, huh? What movie did you watch, Bloompasc?