Arrayed on a wooden board pinned to the facing wall were a range of implements, all designed to cause pain and suffering.

"So, you like my toys do ya?" sneered the man. "Some guys from the office prefer drugs and all that modern medical hoo-hah for our off-book interrogations. But me? I like to get my information the old fashioned way. Just call me old school"

"The crutches are there for you when you've finished talking"

"And the barrel is for whatever's left of you ... if you don't talk"