GBC · 6 · 00:00–06:00

The late movie on GBC... "Dime Diamonds".

Tell me you got the fucking diamonds, Mr. K.

I got the fucking diamonds, Mr. P. But Mr. H got shot. Mr. E's bringing him here.

Here? Fucking here? We ain't no god-damn operating theatre!

You think we can bring Mr. H to a doctor without the cops knowing?

Everybody, keep cool. Let's get something to eat before the shit hits the fan.

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Errol Costello? That asshole can't sing for shit.

Now Paul Jones, that motherfucker could sing AND dance.

Nobody gives a shit about dancing.

Now only a little bitch would say something like that...

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OH JESUS CHRIST! TELL ME YOU GOT THE BULLET.

I got something, Mr. H. A friend in the third precinct.

He says you a god-damn twin to an Officer Caine there. Ain't that funny?

*gunshot*

Jesus, what happened?

Oh fuck... Mr. S was a cop. Said I was... under arrest.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Oh shit...

*gunshot*