You better be sure you wanna know what you wanna know.
No, bulls would gum it. They’d flash their dusty standards at the wide-eyes and probably find some yegg to pin, probably even the right one. But they’d trample the real tracks and scare the real players back into their holes, and if we’re doing this I want the whole story. No cops, not for a bit.
[Who is this?]
I won’t waste your time: you don’t know me.
[I know everyone, and I have all the time in the world.]
Ah, the folly of youth.
Brick (2005) dir. Rian Johnson