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Roat:
Oh, Suzy! You don't have to be ashamed. Everybody's frightened of something, I... Ooooooo! I have gasoline here!
Gasoline.
Hmm?
Gasoline.
This place will go up like a matchbox! The suepr question, Suzy, is do you want to be outside in the street? Or locked in there with Mike?
It's up to you.
So, will you give it to me at this moment?
Suzy Hendrix:
No.
Roat:
'I won't give it to you'. 'I don't know! '.
'I don't know, I don't know, I don't know I don't know I don't know'. THEN, as it always happens, finally something seeemd to snap.
Ohhh, yes.
And she told me everything she knew. As it turns out, she didn't know whree it was, but...
She told me everyhting she could! At last, she wanted to tell me, but, like her, you won't stop at that, will you, Suzy? Hmmm? No!
After I'd finished 'questioning' her, she went on, and she told me other things.
Little, useful things that just might come in handy, hmm? And then she told me OHTER things. Things I didn't even want to know. Little, intimate things about herself, and Mike, and Carlino... And I said 'Now that's enough, Suzy. That's enough I don't want to know any more' but she went ON AND ON AND ON AND ON... And then finally, she was dead. Now, I'm not giong to ask you for it again, Suzy, so when you want to give it to me, you have to tell me. Will you go in there, hmm?
Shall I HELP you, Suzy...
[Suzy hurls a bowl of hypo into Roat's face]
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