Oh, so now it all makes sense. A collection of nobs with a plethora of ethnicities among their surnames discussing why and how an impulsive sociopath who someone gave a gun and badge to killed a Chinaman in his flat so many years ago.
And Mac, this fatherly fuck who supposedly runs this three-ring circus of wannabe hard guys from a bygone age just sort of oversees the whole thing – laid out in the form of a script.
Who the hell writes this stuff?
Uh, Ed. Tomorrow. No… No…
More like Jack fucking Step from a sleazy left-bank strip bar.
I don’t buy it. Not with a discount or a five-dollar rebate, wrapped in Christmas paper.
More anti-Smith trash to cover the tracks of the aging alcoholics behind this site.
Who fired Saint Stephan? That’s what I want to know.