Discussion in 'The Bar' started by wanker, Jun 5, 2012.
good read here..
Can I taste yo juice?
I get that shit rag for free in da mail.
I read that piece already.
Bunk: (slightly sympathetic) Awe...fuck.
He shows the photos to McNulty with a knowing look.
Bunk: (under his breath) Fuck. Fuck. Fuckin' fuck.
Cut to Bunk still arranging the photos.
Bunk: (under his breath) Mmm, fuck fuck...Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
McNulty: (curious) Fuck?
McNulty: (in pain) Fuck!
Bunk: (exclaims) Mother-Fucker!
McNulty looks at the photo.
McNulty: (astonished) Awe fuck....Awe fuck.
McNulty: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...Fucker.
They walk towards the rear of the kitchen and scout the wall by the fridge for the bullet. McNulty feels around on wall.
McNulty: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Bunk: Awe fuck.
McNulty opens the fridge and immediately finds a spot inside the door that has been spackled.
McNulty: (shocked) Fuckin-A.
He picks off the spackle while Bunk hands him some pliers.
McNulty: (straining, using pliers) Fuuhck.
McNulty digs inside and pulls out the bullet.
McNulty: (decisively) Motherfucker.
Bunk takes the pliers from McNulty and looks at the bullet.
Bunk: (taken aback) Fuck Me.
Television doesn't get any better.