AREA FOUR: Page 17




• INT. LANDMARK LIQUORS - NIGHT
  
• Florescent lights and low aisles. Swerve is mixing and matching different bottle of beer into one six-pack. D’Andre and one of HIS BOYS amble in, directly to the cashier, MISTER DUK (Vietnamese, elderly).
  
• D’ANDRE
  
• Yo, Long Duck Dong. It’s time.
  
• MISTER DUK
  
• No. Not today.
  
• D’ANDRE
  
• What do you mean, not today? You know this is? Do I need to get remedial with you? Explain it to you? In slow words?
  
• MISTER DUK
  
• I just say not today.
  
• Duk looks over the aisle. Swerve glances up at just the wrong time. Lets a heavy sigh go. Looks back down at his mixed six. Duk realizes he has no back up. Hits the cash register. CHA-CHING. Duk hands over a stack of bills.
  
• D’ANDRE
  
• You oughta go to the doctor. Think you had one of them Alzheimer’s seizures.
  
• D’Andre ambles out. His boy grabs a bottle of something on the way out. Swerve walks up to pay for his six-pack, starts peeling some bills out.
  
• MISTER DUK
  
• I know you. I know you’re police. Why you don't do something?
  
• Swerve’s PHONE beeps.
  
• SWERVE
  
• They’d be back in an hour. Or tomorrow.
  
• Checks his phone.
  
• SWERVE (CONT’D)
  
• And your rates would have gone up.
  
• Duk pulls out two mismatched bottles. Swerve looks sheepish, but pushes his money on Duk anyway.