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.
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