[Sick of his inmate's backtalk and eyeing Cassel over Slevin's shoulder, Chris makes up his mind. He can't afford to be weak now; he has to show Slevin he means business or he'll be the one being picked off next.
With his right hand on the drill, Chris flicks the power button up, filling the air with a noisy, mechanical whine. As the drill picks up speed, his left hand grabs Slevin by the chin, holding him still.]
I'll show you what a real fucking mobster is, Henry.
[The drill is lowered to Slevin's head, but Chris is careful and doesn't let it touch the skull. Instead, it immediately zeroes in on a chunk of Slevin's hair, winding it up in a blinding pace. In less than two seconds the hair's completely wrapped around the drill and has yanked out the locks at the root, dragging up skin and blood with it]
Spam
With his right hand on the drill, Chris flicks the power button up, filling the air with a noisy, mechanical whine. As the drill picks up speed, his left hand grabs Slevin by the chin, holding him still.]
I'll show you what a real fucking mobster is, Henry.
[The drill is lowered to Slevin's head, but Chris is careful and doesn't let it touch the skull. Instead, it immediately zeroes in on a chunk of Slevin's hair, winding it up in a blinding pace. In less than two seconds the hair's completely wrapped around the drill and has yanked out the locks at the root, dragging up skin and blood with it]