Special Agent Dale Cooper - 9:00 PM | Текст песни

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• Special Agent Dale Cooper
• 9:00 PM

Diane, 9 P.M. A dark, smoke-filled corner of One Eyed Jacks. The madam of the house is a spiderwoman who calls herself, ‘Blackie.’ I must admit, Diane, that I have a strong attraction to this vice called gambling. I’m carrying the Bureau’s money and will be utilizing certain techniques of concentration which have never failed to return a profit of at least 10 percent on the dollar. That should just about cover the losses I expect Big Ed will suffer at what, I guess, is a loaded roulette table. Roulette, Diane, is a suckers game.

The proper receipts and paperwork will, of course, be returned after a full accounting of any looses or gains. As is usual, any profits that do accumulate, will be forwarded to some worthy charity. Diane, if I’m not mistaken, the large, fleshy, dirigible shaped card dealer, taking a seat behind the blackjack table is Jacques Renault.

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