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Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Interrogation
A man is taken in for possession, potentially trafficking. In the typical Hollywood interrogation trope, two button-up shirted policemen face the suspect across a short metal table.
Of the two policemen, the one sitting at the table says, "We caught you with two whole pounds. That's a lot of time, but I'm sure you can answer some questions for us to help change that."
The suspect begins unbuttoning the top of his polo shirt, and the officer left standing begins, "You're facing maximum time behind bars and we want to know where you got it, no ifs, ands, or.. what the hell are you doing?"
The suspect has stood up from the plain metal folding chair so often associated with the time honoured scene. Harsh light reflects off a bare back and ribs. The suspect bends over pulling off his shoes, then trou and unders. He folds them neatly before retaking his position at the table.
"I'm sorry, officers, I prefer to be nude while I'm being interrogated."
Of the two policemen, the one sitting at the table says, "We caught you with two whole pounds. That's a lot of time, but I'm sure you can answer some questions for us to help change that."
The suspect begins unbuttoning the top of his polo shirt, and the officer left standing begins, "You're facing maximum time behind bars and we want to know where you got it, no ifs, ands, or.. what the hell are you doing?"
The suspect has stood up from the plain metal folding chair so often associated with the time honoured scene. Harsh light reflects off a bare back and ribs. The suspect bends over pulling off his shoes, then trou and unders. He folds them neatly before retaking his position at the table.
"I'm sorry, officers, I prefer to be nude while I'm being interrogated."
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