Just so we’re clear, anything happens to Amanda between now and the election, anything at all? She slips in the shower… chokes on a chicken bone… doesn’t matter. I will come to your house in the dead of night, press a pillow over your face and I’ll empty my gun into it.
You can't. Look forward. Because if you disappoint me for a second time, if you again act in a manner unworthy of my baby girl, your marriage will end. And I do not believe in divorce. Capiche?
Allow me to properly introduce myself. I'm special consultant Jonah Keller, informally known as "Black Jonah". Perhaps you've heard of me. I'm a professional interrogator, and I enjoy my work to an arguably indecent degree.
I've worked hard to take control of this town, to win respect, and in one reckless act, you've trivialized me. Come morning, every soul in this town will be asking themselves, "Who's running the place, Datak Tarr or the Earth Republic?"
I appreciate the nice things in life. I take no pride and accept no shame in this. I treat small luxuries like hand cream as valuable indulgences to treasure. My moments of civilization. So you'll no doubt understand, when I accepted the role of provisional mayor 8 and 1/2 months ago, I was apprehensive. I imagined those wild west movies my father was so fond of, of a town full of anarchists, malcontents, and savages. How wrong I was. Put simply, Defiance is paradise.
You're a show-off, Pottinger, with your big words, your hand lotion, your TV screens. But I tell you something, I never met a show-off who was quite as smart as he thought he was.
Your father surrendered his claim on his financial interests when he murdered Colonel Marsh in a fit of foolish temper. I thought perhaps his son could take over with the proper guidance, but you lack the strength and brutality to do what is necessary.