:12:00
Mr. Hollinger, is that your daughter?
:12:04
The Lieutenant asked
if that's your daughter, sir.
:12:10
You miserable son of a bitch.
:12:12
You rotten bastard!
:12:15
Hold him, grab him!
:12:18
Son of a gun! Lock his goddamn arm.
:12:22
-Should I cuff him?
-No, let him go.
:12:26
-What?
-Let him go.
:12:30
You could've covered her up.
:12:32
You bastards could've covered her up.
:12:35
Shut it up, Chuck.
:12:42
Come on, get a move on!
We ought to book his ass.
:12:45
-For what?
-Assault.
:12:48
-You still should've covered her up.
-And I say we ought to book him.
:12:52
Louis, you want to go upstairs
and get Mrs. Hollinger...
:12:54
and bring her down here for me, please?
:12:57
Crazy motherfucker.
:13:01
Go on, take it. Take it.
:13:07
Mr. Hollinger, I have nothing to do
with procedure down here. Nothing.
:13:17
You're right. We should've covered her.
:13:21
-Why'd you kill those kids?
-I didn't do anything.
:13:24
You funny-looking bunny rabbit,
why'd you kill that old couple?
:13:27
We haven't had our last dance yet, Freddy.
:13:29
-You just remember that.
-I didn't do it.
:13:31
We're gonna cut you up in little pieces
and leave you all over this fucking town!
:13:36
They were just babies,
you chalky motherfucker!
:13:40
We're gonna
make dog food out of you, whitey.
:13:43
You dig, Freddy?
Finger by finger, arm by arm, just like--
:13:45
That's it! Game's over.
:13:49
Stay out of this, Phil.
:13:51
Charley, take him downstairs
and give him something to eat...
:13:54
and give him a shower,
and either let him go or book him.
:13:56
You motherfucker!
:13:59
Get him out of here, Charley!