[
at a bar]
Little Junior Brown:
See me tomorrow and we'll discuss things.
[
goes back to enjoy his drink]
Jimmy Kilmartin:
Wait a minute. Why not now?
Little Junior Brown:
I haven't been able to find my daughter in a while, and I've already planned the night grieving about it, so you'll just have to see me tomorrow.
Jimmy Kilmartin:
No, You see me now.
[
takes a tiny gun out]
Jimmy Kilmartin:
Tell me now! Go on! I want to hear it.
Little Junior Brown:
I ain't going back to jail. I'm tired. They didn't allow me to use silverware. I had to use my fingers. That's right, they didn't even allow me to use plastic spoons, forks, and knives! But I do hate the taste of metal in my mouth. That's why I refused to have braces.
Jimmy Kilmartin:
[
puts gun on Brown's lip] Tell me what I want to know, or you'll never have a lip again.
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