The first season of Gotham I watched in 2014 is a long memory. I remember a lot of scenes at the time, but the one who is most impressed now is the childhood friend that Butch killed in the car and messed with the street together. "Hey, I want to tell you something. We agreed to split the meat equally, but I saved myself fifty pounds of good beef. I'm so sorry for not telling you." "It's okay, who is it with whom? What’s that.” “Thank you, Jimmy.” (Bang) If you judge the first season of Gotham by the standards of a gangster TV series, this one murdered a friend because of “not personal”, and then stayed in the blood-stained car. At the pier, driving away under the rays of the setting sun is the only place where five stars can be scored. Why do I think of this paragraph? For a long time, the music played by Butch lingers in my mind. Whenever I think of the strong plot of this gangster movie, this piece of music begins to reverberate, like a long-established record player from the old age. Music. And this piece of music appeared in my ears in the Irish ending credits I watched some time ago. Maybe this is fate.
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