Backstrom2015

Det. Lt. Everett Backstrom:
[thoughtfully] I'm a soft boy... pretending to be a hard man... I need a gun, where do I go? My dad the anti-gun senator? Nope. The guys on my rugby team who are afraid of shoe polish? Uh-uh. To my girlfriend, the low-life stripper. And where does she get it? From her boyfriend, the low-life drug dealer. We know you loaded the gun, we found your fingerprints on the bullets.

Cassandra:
[crying] Ok, I gave Toby the gun, but only because I was afraid for his life. I didn't know it was broken.

Det. Lt. Everett Backstrom:
How do you know... NOW?

Cassandra:
[glaring] You're a racist pig who hates women!

Det. Lt. Everett Backstrom:
THERE she is... good. [laughs]

Cassandra:
[evil grin] I lost the boy I love. Who do you think people will believe?

Det. Lt. Everett Backstrom:
[looks Cassandra dead in the eyes] I'm a stripper, who sends a boy that loves her to his death. Why does she hate him so much? Because there was a moment in which he made me believe in him. True love. White knights. But someone as corrupt as me... can never have faith in a person like that. I stood on the cusp of an extraordinary life, and I chose the wrong path. Like everybody always does.