Quentin Tarantino's

when's the next time you're gettin

some?" "Motherfucker, I'm tryin

to watch 'Lost Boys'-- when I have

some, I'll let you know." And

then these rinky-dink pot heads

come by--there's my friends and

everything, but still. I got all

my shit laid out in sixty dollar

bags. Well, they don't want sixty

dollars worth. They want ten

dollars worth. Breaking it up is

a major fuckin pain in the ass. I

don't even know how much ten

dollars worth is. "Well, fuck,

man, I don't want that much

around. If I have that much

around I'll smoke it." "Hey, if

you guys can't control your

smokin, that's not my problem.

You motherfuckers been smokin for

five years, be a adult about it."

Finally I just told my connection,

count me out. But as it turns

out, I'm the best guy she had, and

she depended alot on my business.

But I was still sick to death of

it. And she's trying to talk me

into not quitin.

Now this was a very weird

situation, 'cause I don't know if

you remember back in '86, there

was a major fuckin drought.

Nobody and anything. People were

livin on resin and smokin the wood

in their pipes for months. And

this chick had a bunch, and was

beggin me to sell it. So I told

her I wasn't gonna be Joe the Pot

Man anymore. But I would take a

little bit and sell it to my

close, close, close friends. She

agreed to that, and said we'd keep

the same arrangement as before,

ten percent and free pot for me,

as long as I helped her out that

weekend. She had a brick of weed

she was sellin, and she didn't

want to go to the buy alone...

CUT TO:

31 INT. BOOTS AND SOCKS BAR - NIGHT

Freddy, Joe, Nice Guy Eddie and Mr. White all sit around a

table in a red-lighted smokey bar. Freddy continues his

story. The crooks are enjoying the hell out of it.

FREDDY

...Her brother usually goes with

her, but he's in county

unexpectedly.

MR. WHITE

What for?

FREDDY

Traffic tickets gone to warrant.

They stopped him for something,

found the warrants on 'im, took

'im to jail. She doesn't want to

walk around alone with all that

weed. Well, I don't wanna do

this, I have a bad feeling about

it, but she keeps askin me, keeps

askin me, finally I said okay

'cause I'm sick of listening to

it. Well, we're picking this guy

up at the train station.

JOE

You're picking the buyer up at the

train station? You're carrying

the weed on you?

FREDDY

Yeah, the guy needed it right

away. Don't ask me why. So we

get to the train station, and

we're waitin for the guy. Now I'm

carrying the weed in one of those

carry-on bags, and I gotta take a

piss. So I tell the connection

I'll be right back, I'm goin' to

the little boys room...

CUT TO:

32 INT. MEN'S ROOM - TRAIN STATION - DAY

MEDIUM ON FREDDY

He walks through the door with a carry-on bag over his

shoulder. Once he's inside, he stops in his tracks. We

move into a CU.

FREDDY (V.O.)

...So I walk into the men's room,

and who's standing there?

FREEZE FRAME

on Freddy standing in front of six Los Angeles County

Sheriffs and one German Shepherd. All of their eyes are

on Freddy. Everyone is frozen.

FREDDY (V.O.)

...six Los Angeles County Sheriffs

and a German Shepherd.

NICE GUY EDDIE (V.O.)

They were waiting for you?

FREDDY (V.O.)

No. They were just a bunch of

cops hangin out in the men's room,

talkin. When I walked through the

door they all stopped what they

were talking about and looked at

me.

33 BACK TO BAR

ECU MR. WHITE

MR. WHITE

That's hard, man. That's a fuckin

hard situation.

34 BACK TO MEN'S ROOM

ECU GERMAN SHEPHERD

barking his head off.

FREDDY (V.O.)

The German Shepherd starts

barkin'. He's barkin' at me. I

mean it's obvious he's barkin' at

me.

We do a slow 360 around Freddy in the men's room. We can

hear the dog barking.

FREDDY (V.O.)

Every nerve ending, all of my

senses, the blood in my veins,

everything I has was screaming,

"Take off, man, just take off, get

the fuck outta there!" Panic hit

me like a bucket of water. First

there was the shock of it--BAM,

right in the face! Then I'm just

standin there drenched in panic.

SLOW MOTION

CAMERA does a PAN from face to face of the sheriffs.

FREDDY (V.O.)

And all those sheriffs are lookin

at me and they know. They can

smell it. As sure as that fuckin

dog cam, they can smell it on me.

FREEZE FRAME

Back to the same freeze frame shot of Freddy standing in

front of the sheriffs. It suddenly jerks to life, and

moves to speed. The dog is barking. Freddy moves to his

right, out of frame. We stay on the sheriffs. One

sheriff yells at the dog.

SHERIFF #1

Shut up!

The dog quiets down. Sheriff #2 continues with his story.

A couple of the sheriffs look over at Freddy off screen,

but as Sheriff #2 talks, turn their attention to him.

SHERIFF #2

So my gun's drawn, right? I got

it aimed right at him. I tell

'em, "Freeze, don't fuckin move."

And the little idiot's lookin at

me, nodding his head "Yes," sayin

"I know...I know...I know."

Meanwhile his right hand is

creepin towards his glove box. So

I scream at him, "Asshole, you

better fuckin freeze right now!"

And he's still lookin right at me,

saying

"I know...I know...I know." And

his right hand's still going for

the glove box.

The CAMERA PANS away from the sheriffs to Freddy, up

against the urinal, playing possum, pretending to piss.

SHERIFF #2 (O.S.)

I tell 'im, "Buddy, I'm gonna

shoot you in the face right now if

you don't put your hands on the

fuckin dash." And the guy's

girlfriend, a real sexy Oriental

bitch, starts screamin at him,

"Chuck, are you out of your mind?

Put your hands on the dash like

the officer said." And then like

nothing, the guy snaps out of it

and casually puts his hands on the

dash.

Freddy finishes his playing possum piss, and walks past

the sheriffs over to the sink. The CAMERA PANS with him.

A sheriff is sitting on a sink. He looks down and watches

Freddy wash his hands.

SHERIFF #1

What was he goin for?

SHERIFF #2

His registration. Stupid fuckin

citizen, doesn't have the

slightest idea how close he came

to gettin shot.

Freddy finishes washing his hands. He goes to dry them,

but there's only those hand drying machines. Freddy turns

on the drying machine. He can't hear anything the

sheriffs say now. The sound of the machine dominates the

sound track.

These following shots are SLOW MOTION.

CU OF FREDDY

CU of his HANDS, rubbing each other getting blown dry

SHOT OF SHERIFFS talking. We can't hear them because of

the machine.

CU OF MACHINE

MEDIUM OF SHERIFF ON SINK, smoking a cigarette, glancing

over at Freddy.

CU OF GERMAN SHEPHERD

Machine turns off.

CUT TO:

35 INT. OFFICE - DAY

CU MUG SHOT OF MR. WHITE

FREDDY (OS)

That's him, that's Mr. White.

FULL SCENE

An office upstairs in the undercover division of the

police station.

TWO SHOT OF FREDDY AND HOLDAWAY

look at mug shot.

HOLDAWAY

Lawrence Dimick. Let's see what

we got on him.

CU OF COMPUTER SCREEN

the name DIMICK, LAWRENCE is typed in.

C.U. ENTER BUTTON IS PRESSED

C.U. OF FEMALE COMPUTER OPERATOR, JODIE SEIGEL.

JODIE

This is your life, Lawrence

Dimick!

C.U. OF COMPUTER PRINTER

printing out sheet. The noise of the printer plays loud

over the soundtrack. Jodie's hand comes into FRAME and

tears sheet from the printer.

CUT TO:

36 INT. HOLDAWAY'S OFFICE - DAY

Holdaway sits behind his desk. Freddy sits on the edge of

the desk eating a Double-Double with cheese. They look

into the CAMERA.

We hear Jodie's voice OFFSCREEN.

JODIE (OS)

Lawrence "Larry" Dimick. Also

known as Lawrence Jacobs and Alvin

"Al" Jacobs. This guy is Mr. Joe-

Armed-Robbery. He's

a pro and he makes it a habit not

to get caught.

MEDIUM SHOT OF JODIE

DOLLY slowly into C.U.

JODIE

He's only been convicted twice,

which is pretty good for somebody

living a life of crime. Once for

armed robbery, when he was twenty-

one, in Milwaukee.

C.U. FREDDY

FREDDY

What was it?

JODIE

JODIE

Payroll office at a lumber yard.

First offense - he got eighteen

months. He didn't get busted

again until he was thirty-two.