The Mule Page #4
- Year:
- 2014
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Where the f*** are you, Ray?
Mr Jenkins, my name
is Detective Les Paris.
This is Detective Tom Croft.
We're with the Australian
Federal Police.
The importation of narcotics
is a federal of fence.
Therefore Detective Croft will need
to perform a digital examination,
or if you prefer, we could
X-ray your stomach instead.
appear as an admission of guilt.
Will you avail yourself
to either procedure?
No.
Alright, then.
You leave us with no option but
to accompany you to a hospital
for observation by a
registered medical officer.
We don't need your permission for that.
We're unable to confirm what's in there.
If it is narcotics,
he's a human time bomb.
Surely you can whack something
up there, take a look-see.
Not without his permission.
He'll expel whatever it is soon enough.
- All you can do is wait.
- F*** that.
I'm not sitting in there all night
waiting for this c*nt to take a dump.
There's this hotel I
use in Airport West.
Airport West?
No doubt it's the bloody Hilton.
that you're being detained under
suspicion and without charge.
You don't have to say anything
and are entitled to the presence
of a legal representative.
Now, whilst in detention without charge,
that you're accustomed to at home.
I.e., if you usually have a glass
of wine with dinner at home,
you're entitled to a glass
of wine with dinner here.
You, drink a bit of
f***ing Riesling, do you?
The law permits us to
detain you for seven days,
or until you empty your bowels twice.
Until then, you'll remain in this
room under constant supervision.
The sooner you go to the toilet,
the sooner we all go home.
F***!
Ray?
No, it's me.
Oh, mate.
I was just on my way over.
Missed you at the airport.
Really?
Sent a car. It was under your name.
- I didn't see it.
- No worries.
I'll send the car over now.
No. Don't.
I no know his address!
I'm on my way out the door, mate.
Just hold on a second, will you, mate?
Here's the address.
John. He's your stepfather
and coach, yeah?
And was it his idea to go to Thailand?
Don't know.
Ray, whatever's in your stomach,
if it's narcotics,
you could be in a lot of trouble.
Especially if you don't get it out.
I told you at the airport,
I'm constipated.
Then why won't you take a laxative?
I'm... allergic.
Ray, I'm not interested in
putting away good blokes
who have made one bad decision.
I want the real bastards.
Everybody works for somebody.
Yes!
Sh*t!
Got you, you f*ggot sh*t!
I kill you!
You're a dead man!
When you want to have a tinkle,
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