Ford closes the door behind him as April stares at him.
Ford: It's just you and me....We're just gonna talk, sweetheart. Make yourself comfortable. Sit.
Ford grabs a chair and brings it in front of April.
Ford: Sit down....sit down....sit down....come on. Don't make this harder.
Ford gently pushes April to sit onto the bed, before sitting down in front of her, examining her bruised lip.
Ford: Damn....they did you good, huh? You okay?
In disbelief, April scoffs.
Ford: You're okay, though? I mean--
Ford reaches out, but April smacks his hand away.
Ford: Hey!
April: Take your hands off me!
Ford: Okay...(laughs) No harm, no foul....easy....but I need you to be calm. Understand? Why are you here?
April: Ain't it a hotel?.....it's pretty common, right?
Ford: So you're a local from Baltimore? To find you here's got me...thinking kind of work you might be doing....maybe...(clicks tongue)
April: Prostitution?
Ford: I was gonna go with forced sex-trafficking....but prostitution's pretty much the same.
April: How dare you? I'm from Pennsylvania....and I have a uncle who's a congressman! He's gonna hear about how you and these officers are mistreating these people. How you're killing these people!
Ford: Oh....well, your uncle must be worried sick about his niece...knowing she's while thugs are burning down the city cause they're pissed about the expected death of another thug?
April: "Thugs"? You mean black people?
Ford: (scoffs) I don't give a fuck that we found you with black guys. Shit, if we find you in a mandingo, that'd be fine by me. It seems in your case; you'd find more of the jew in a man.
April: (sarcastically) Oh, I'm sorry, officer, if that upsets you, but it takes a man to be with me....not a little boy.
Ford: (laughs) Really? So what do I look like? A man or a boy? Huh?
April: You tell me....boy.
Ford laughs.
Ford: I like you, sweetheart. You're funny.
April: You should see me on my Saturday night live nights. I really bring the house, especially when I make jokes about big bruting cops packing small heat inbetween their legs.
Ford: Hmm...
Ford then slaps April across the face.
Ford: You're a fucking sex-trafficking slave, aren't you?
April: No...
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Tales of Baltimore (2020)
Ficção GeralIn 2015, during the riots and protests of Baltimore city, police and National guardsmen respond to an apparent shooter in a White Marsh hotel, resulting in a vicious crime being committed amongst several of the occupants of the hotel. R for Strong B...
