Jackie Junior:
Gentlemen.
[Takes a bat and hit's Gilly with it]
Jackie Junior:
You stutter again and I will shoot your fucking legs off, all right?
Jackie Junior:
[Finds a gun on Gilly]
Brings a gun to a deal, eh? Cheeking fucker.
Jackie Junior:
[Looking down on Gilly and J on the ground]
Now, I see you, J, and I see him, but I don't see my fucking machine-guns. I've been in town two fucking days, and you don't deem me worthy to make good on your promise.
[Jackie slaps head, which is wrapped in a plastic bag]
Jackie Junior:
You're a waste of good air, J.
Gilly:
[Trying to get up]
Wait just...
[Jackie kicks him in the stomach]
Jackie Junior:
Shut the fuck up! Do you have any fucking idea what is going down here? Anyway, what the fuck are you doing here? It was suppossed to be this man for the fucking drop and that was it.
[Jackie kicks Gilly again]
Gilly:
Talk to me. This is my thing, not his.
[Jackie grabs Gilly and throws him on his stomach and toward J]
Jackie Junior:
[Jackie puts his knee in Gilly's back and pulls his head up]
Oh, it's your fucking thing is it?
Jackie Junior:
You've got one foot int he shit already. You better think before you fucking speak.
Gilly:
Take the bag off his head, will talk. Take the bag off his head, we'll talk. He's fucking choking!
Jackie Junior:
Convince me.
Gilly:
I'm supplying the hardware. No offense, Mr. Moffet. We're not buying a loaf of bread here, we're selling machine-guns.
[Jackie flips Gilly over and sticks a gun in his mouth]
Jackie Junior:
Bang!
[laughs]
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