Bad Boys Page #17

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B208 INT. TIRE EMPORIUM - OFFICE - DAY B208

Two old codgers are trading stories in front of JOJO, awhite boy with rasta dreadlocks.

Hey, Jojo.

BURNETT:

Through the office window, Jojo sees Burnett and suddenly

bolts out the rear door and runs smack dab intoLowrey, who body checks him back up against the officedoor.

LOWREY:

Good runnin' into you, Jojo.

208 INT. TIRE EMPORIUM - BATHROOM - DAY 208

Now Burnett has pushed Jojo up onto the sink.

hangs back, vibrating with anticipation.

Lowrey

BURNETT:

Hey, calm down. A little rap,

that's all. We're lookin' for

someone who can step on ashitload of heroin. And do it

real fast, and real well.

We're lookin' for a pro.

JOJO:

I'm in the rubber business now.

BURNETT:

We're not playin' around withyou, Jojo. You know what we

want.

JOJO:

I'm tellin' you straight up,

like a straight f***in' arrow,

okay? I'm straight as a board.

I'm so straight it's f***in'sick.

BURNETT:

Now there's a lotta dope, Jojo.

Who can cut it quick?

JOJO:

You mean, cut it... cut it up,

yeah. I don't know anything aboutanything.

Lowrey's had it. He pulls his gun and pushes in.

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JOJO:

Hey, man. I can't believe you'reputtin' a gun on me. You're a cop.

I turn you into 'Hard Copy,' man.

Put you on the T.V. set.

BURNETT:

What are you doin', man?

As Burnett tries to intercede, they talk over each other.

LOWREY:

We don't got time forthis. Jojo, I'm gonnakill you, man. I've gotfifteen bullets and I'm

gonna fill your rastaass fulla some hot

sh*t...

(reaches behind hisback)

Wait. Wait.

BURNETT:

Mike. Chill with that.

No. Don't do it! This

is illegal! He's justa white ganja-smokin'motherf***er. He ain't

worth it.

Burnett pushes in one last time and tries to talk Lowreyback. Lowrey acts like he lost it. He pulls another

gun and points it at Burnett.

LOWREY:

Back up. I'm gonna bustyour f***in' ass too.

(then, back to

Jojo)

Talk to me. Tell me what

I want to know. I'll do

you man, say it. Come on.

CLOSE ON JOJO:

scared shitless.

motherfuckers.

BURNETT:

Right on. Jojo, you're

on your own.

(as he walks away)

I'm sorry for you, Jojo.

I was on your side. I'll

just be over here. I

don't want no skull

fragments or brain sh*t

on me. When that sh*t

flies, it don't wash off.

He's gonna die. These are some crazy

BURNETT:

(chimes in again)

Remember, partner. He's no goodto us if you splatter his ass.

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JOJO:

Okay, okay. I definitely don'tknow for sure. But I know a

little for sure. Three guys...

well, two guys and one of them'sdead. Crazy rocket-scientist,

Einstein f***in' guy. Got some

rich mommy and daddy. Tell youwhere he's at.

LOWREY:

(holsters guns)

Man, it's a good thing you gotyour memory workin'. Cuz that

dead man paperwork is a b*tch.

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209 EXT. UPPER CLASS NEIGHBORHOOD (CORAL GABLES) - NIGHT 209

Staked out around the corner are Burnett and Lowrey.

Each is clearly tired of the other. The silence is

deadly until Julie breaks the silence.

JULIE:

So where's the coffee and donuts?

BURNETT:

What?

JULIE:

I thought that was the usual menuwhen cops were on stakeout. A

little caffeine for the heart.

Some sugar-coated dough fried inday old grease.

LOWREY:

Man. Will you get off this?

You're making me sick.

JULIE:

Oh, I'm sorry, Marcus. All these

hours on the case, you must missTheresa's home cooking.

(near Lowrey's ear)

Bet last night she fixed you upsomething yummy and left it inthe microwave for you.

Burnett starts to steam.

LOWREY:

Yeah. Somethin' yummy.

JULIE:

I imagine there was somethingyummy waiting for you when youfinally made it to bed -

BURNETT:

(wheels)

Listen, lady -

But Burnett's face ignites with headlights at their

rear. Doors open. Lowrey checks the rear-view mirror.

He sees two private security cops named DE SOUZA andTOWNE. They split and approach either side of theunmarked sedan.

LOWREY:

Oh, man.

police.

It's the f***in' pretend

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BURNETT:

Be nice. After tomorrow we mightneed 'em for a job reference.

Lowrey rolls down his driver's window in time to hear...

TOWNE:

Well, what do we have back here?

Looks like we got us two pimpsand a hooker.

DE SOUZA:

Hey, fellahs. Maybe if she doesus both we'll let you leave withyour pride intact.

LOWREY:

Excuse me. One moment.

(rolls up the window)

Let's f*** with these bozos.

Burnett nods his approval. Lowrey lowers the window.

LOWREY:

Now, where were we?

TOWNE:

Outta the car. Hands where we can

see 'em. Feet spread.

Both hobby cops open the doors for Lowrey and Burnettrespectively. Looks pass between them as they step outand assume the positions. And Towne starts by friskingBurnett's shoulders.

BURNETT:

Oh, that's not how you frisk apotential lawbreaker. You gottastart at the waistband. See if

he's carrying a piece.

Towne stalls a beat, then self-consciously goes toBurnett's waistband where he feels a -

TOWNE:

Gun!

Both hobby cops instantly withdraw, their own piecesdrawn and leveled on Burnett and Lowrey.

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LOWREY:

Whoah. You better watch it,

fellahs!

(very slowly)

You know, it would be very badif you shot and killed twohelpless pimps and a call girl...

But it would be even worse if youshot two policemen and theirwitness on a stakeout.

Looks pass between the hobby cops.

LOWREY:

(slowly turns)

Now I'm reaching slowly for myshield... very slowly... here itcomes... just about got it...

(reveals his badge)

Ooh, look at that. It's a

detective's shield! All gold andshiny. A smart fellah wouldn't

f*** with somebody who had one ofthese in his pocket. So... Let's

see. I guess that makes us

unsure about what's next. Burnett moves in.

policemen. And you...

BURNETT:

Not.

He shows his shield. Both hobby cops lower their guns,

BURNETT:

Now, some rent-a-cops havelicenses to carry weapons, whereothers do not. Which might yoube? You wouldn't happen to havethose permits handy, would you?

From the looks on the hobby cops' faces, Julie can seethat they don't.

JULIE:

Guess we know the answer to that

one.

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EXT. UPPER CLASS NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT (LATER) 210

De Souza and Towne lay face down and cuffed on thepavement while the CAMERA LIFTS BACK TO the car.

BURNETT:

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