'K':
A little boy came through here about 30 years back. I need to see your records.
Mister Cotton:
Hmm.
'K':
Legitimate placements, private sales, everything.
Mister Cotton:
Don't keep records that far back.
'K':
You don't?
Mister Cotton:
I don't. Sorry. Can't help you.
'K':
You can't?
Mister Cotton:
Nope.
'K':
[taking out and cocking his weapon]
I think you can.
[hitting Cotton in the face, breaking his nose]
'K':
I think someone like you keeps a long memory. Now, you can tell me what you remember...
[tapping the center of Cotton's forehead]
'K':
...or I can put a hole right here and take a look.
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