Oh, I wish I could, I wish I could... (he spreads his arms and shrugs.) Unfortunately I'm a neck and chin nurse. What you need is a head nurse. Sorry I couldn't help you out, buddy.
Don't make this about Lieutenant Kitsuragi. He's a *great* cop -- and you almost got him killed. I don't even understand why you're *here* after he got shot.
Enough! (The commotion dies down. All eyes turn to Satellite-Officer Vicquemare.) None of this is funny! It's fucking sad, that's what it is. He's a cop. He's one of us, goddamn this...
Stupid is a gross understatement. (You feel his eyes behind the shades mapping you out.) How about 41? How does 41st sound? (He shakes his head.) Never mind, I'm not going along with this...
Goddamnit, you leave her alone! (The man with sunglasses snaps at you.) Keep your weird bullshit to yourself and be professional for once, for fucks sake...
He doesn't have it... (He points to the sea.) Here's an idea. Maybe you could look in the mother fucking motor carriage you drove into the sea? Maybe LOOK THERE?!
If that's even remotely true, then a clandestine investigation will be required. It smells like *bad news* to me -- a classic shitkid case that'll get people killed. Or fired.
