Not because of the sweets, I don’t really like sweets…but because I’d know…I’d know in my heart, that if I hadn’t been there, not all of them would have been there.īecause I’m a good policeman.
Little kids are gonna follow me around and they’re gonna know my name and what I stood for, and they’re gonna give me some of their sweets in thanks, and I’m gonna take those sweets and thank them and tell them to get home safe, and I’m gonna be happy. Now, is this kind of behavior in an officer of the law in some way questionable morally? Of course it fucking is! But you know what? I don’t fucking care! ‘Cos when I’m an old man, you know what? If an entirely innocent individual leaves this room for the outside world, they’re not gonna contemplate even raising their voice to a little kid again, just in case I hear ‘em and drag ‘em in here for another load of excessive fucking force. And sometimes I use excessive force on an entirely innocent individual. I admit it, sometimes I use excessive force. I make sure all the bindings are clean and the electrodes are in the right order so we won’t…waste…time. It whispers to me, ‘They will not get away with it’. Of people who lay even the littlest finger…on children. There is an overwhelming, and there is an all-pervading, hatred…a hatred…of people like you. Oh, really? Well, y’know, I’ll tell you what there is about me. The PillowmanĪ monologue from the play by Martin McDonagh
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