Now, don't, Nick.
Don't come any closer!
Come on, Nick.
Just give me your hand.
- No! No! No!
- Give me your hand.
Ole, you son of a bitch!
Nick!
Leave it alone. You didn't see anything.
You don't know anything.
You didn't hear any of this.
Be smart.
Clean it up. It never happened.
- What did you lose, a contact lens?
- Nick!
Don't say anything.
Let's just get out of here.
- Look sad.
- Okay.
My department had been alerted
to Mr. Jenkins'...
...deteriorating emotional state.
Of course, none of us
ever expected a tragedy like this.
I think you can all appreciate how...
Oh, Nick.
I never want to lose you.
You won't. I promise.
It's keeping track of our kids
that's got me worried.
назад
все страницы
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35