Deputy Burt:
Now, what's your name?
Dinah Hunter:
Hunter. Dinah Hunter.
Deputy Burt:
You got some I.D.?
Dinah Hunter:
Yes. Actually, no, it was my purse and it was stolen.
Deputy Burt:
[unconvinced]
Oh?
Dinah Hunter:
Two kids stole my purse.
Deputy Burt:
[still unconvined]
Okay, okay, okay.
Dinah Hunter:
Goddamnit...!
Deputy Burt:
Hey, now you watch your mouth! There ain't no need to take the lord's name in vain, you hear?
Dinah Hunter:
Yeah. Look, just call my sister.
Deputy Burt:
No, I ain't calling nobody's sister nowhere!
Dinah Hunter:
You don't understand!
Deputy Burt:
I understand! I understand that you ain't got no I.D. I understand that a citizen of the county said you tried to assault him.
Dinah Hunter:
That's not true.
Deputy Burt:
Well, which ain't true?
Dinah Hunter:
Assault.
Deputy Burt:
[unconvinced]
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Dinah Hunter:
Jesus Christ...!
Deputy Burt:
[angrily]
Hey, I'm not about to tell you one more time! You shut that tramp yap of yours!
[he forcibly drags Dinah towards the door]
Deputy Burt:
Now you come with me. In the morning, the sheriff will straighten this out. Oh, God, I forgot why I stopped by. I promised Elders, I'd thank you personally for the soda pop at Gloria's picnic. That was mighty nice of you.
Dan Oldum (Bartender):
[nervously]
Anytime. Say hello to Reverend Coby for me.
Deputy Burt:
I sure will. Thanks, again.
Dinah Hunter:
[to Deputy Burt]
You don't understand.
[as they leave, Dan sits down on the bar stool and feels like he narrowly dodged a bullet]
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