A Via da Droga

Hamilton: Sit down.

Fabio: Yes, Sir

Hamilton: Alright, so who do you work for and who were you bringing the stuff to?

Fabio: Why do you guys choose a place like this? It's so depressing here.

Hamilton: I don't have any time to waste so I'm going to ask you the question again; who do you work for and who were you bringing the stuff to?

Fabio: Whom do you work for. Whom. Nobody. I work for me.

Hamilton: Three kilos?

Fabio: I thought I'd stock up. They told me this stuff was kinda hard to find in Rome. You know, the police, they're so smart.

Hamilton: Yes. They're also good-natured, cultured, patient, and they're all-enduring. So we'll start again. Now, who, whom do you work for? And whom were you bringing the stuff to?

Fabio: I told you; it was for my personal use.

Hamilton: [hitting him and grabbing him by the collar] You defiant, little bastard. Now, you listen to me: I'm quite sure you don't want to end up in one of our jails any more than the next man and I can tell you it's absolute hell in there. Now, you're officially free. You saw me sign that paper. As a matter of fact, you don't even exist. You never have. But you believe me, if you don't decide to talk, I will make it my personal business to see you don't leave here alive. You understand me?