We are running through a train station with a pillowcase full of Samuel Jackson’s cocaine. He is waiting in the lobby, and we almost get past him without being noticed. But then you stop to order some coffee, and Samuel recognizes your voice.
We are running through a train station with a pillowcase full of Samuel Jackson’s cocaine. He is waiting in the lobby, and we almost get past him without being noticed. But then you stop to order some coffee, and Samuel recognizes your voice.