Number One with a Bullet1987

Bobby Sweet:
[the 2 cops are leading him to an abandoned construction site] Hey, what is this, man?

Det. Barzak:
Riding around with you all night kinda stunk up our car, pal.

Det. Hazeltine:
We need a little fresh air. Someplace quiet.

Det. Barzak:
Yeah, someplace you can scream.

Bobby Sweet:
Oh, that's funny!

Det. Barzak:
[All 3 are climbing the stairs of an empty building under construction] Some people told us you like to talk when you get high. Are we high enough yet, Bobby?

Bobby Sweet:
I don't know. I swear, I don't know.

Det. Hazeltine:
Ah, he'll never make a good lawyer, Nick. He can't lie for sh*t. Come on - MOVE IT! You can go back down. All you have to do is tell us who killed Charles Boudreaux.

Det. Barzak:
All that sh*t you been mainlining f***ed up your leg muscles, didn't it? COME ON! [They reach the highest accessible floor & approach the edge] Aw, man, Bobby. You can see EVERYTHING from up here, man. You can even see the ground from up here. Check this out: come here, man. [Shoves Bobby towards the edge of the floor]

Bobby Sweet:
Wait... Wait... Don't push. Okay! OKAY, OKAY!

Det. Barzak:
Whaddaya think of that sh*t, huh?

Bobby Sweet:
[Looking down through the open structure] Oh, my God! Jesus Christ! Oh, God!

Det. Barzak:
I wouldn't have figured you to be the religious type, Bobby.

Det. Hazeltine:
It must be because we're so close to God up here.