David Hemmings credited as playing...
Mike Hamilton
- 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?
- Hamilton: Look, how many goddam times do I ha...? I can't get it through your heads that Italy is just a stopover on the drug routes. Cartagena, Hong Kong, Amsterdam, Rome, and then it is shipped to the United States. Mm? Now, if we can break the circuit, then we can clear up your country too. That's my job. That's why I'm here.
- Hamilton: Two months work down the drain. Mm? We went out wanting to get to the contacts and what we come up with is this arsehole and this other son of a bitch.