Neon pink light bleeds through heavy cigar smoke. Bass from a distant track rattles the liquor bottles on the shelf.
UNCLE CLIFFORD sits at the bar, counting cash with razor-sharp precision. [S2E10] Mississippi Rule
(Stops counting, looking up)And you let that boy turn your crown into a collar. Chucalissa will raise you up, baby, but the world outside these doors? It’ll eat a pretty thing like you alive if you let it. Neon pink light bleeds through heavy cigar smoke
I was going to run. I had the keys in my hand. But the law, his skin, his lies... they boxed me in before I could even start the engine. [S2E10] Mississippi Rule