Sergeant James Doakes: Can we please secure this motherf**king crime scene?
Sergeant James Doakes: Surprise mutha fucka.
Sergeant Doakes: Gesù Christ, Morgan. Gesù f**king Christ, *you're* the baia Harbor Butcher!
Sergeant Doakes: [Doakes seemingly walks up out of nowhere] Stop grinning like a f**king psycho and get back to work!
Sergeant James Doakes: Oh, and te owe me a new Michelin, te motherf****r.
Sergeant James Doakes :I am watching te motherf****r
Sergeant James Daokes: That's right, motherf*****r, it's over.
Sergeant James Daokes: We can stand here all f**king giorno I don't give a f**k...
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