Julie Mott
[Marcus, eating a sandwich, sits with Julie at a computer desk as they flip through the mugshots] [Half-tired]
No...no...no...
Marcus Burnett
[Notices Julie staring at his sandwich]
Want some?
Julie Mott
No, thanks. I don't eat flesh.
Marcus Burnett
Say what?
Julie Mott
That's flesh that you're shoveling into your mouth. You know, that was, like, a living, breathing creature. You know, it probably had a name.
Marcus Burnett
It's just bologna. My bologna has a first name?
Julie Mott
Actually, your bologna, has about thirty names because they take odd parts from all different ones, like the leftovers: The hooves and stomach lining...
Julie Mott
[Marcus starts to feel grossed out as Julie explains]
...ears, stuff like that. They put it into this machine and grind it all up. Then out comes this sheet. That's what you're eating now.
Marcus Burnett
[Loss of appetite]
You know what? I won't eat bologna no more. How about a pickle? Can I eat the pickle?
Julie Mott
It has a lot of salt in it, but it's fine. It is a vegetable.
Marcus Burnett
A lot of salt in the pickle? Let me rinse it off.
Marcus Burnett
[Washes the pickle in the soda]
There we go. [Takes a bite out of the rinsed pickle] How's that?
Julie Mott
[To the mugshots]
Just keep going.
Marcus Burnett
I don't even taste the salt now.
Marcus Burnett
[Marcus walks in to the car shop to see Jojo, the tire man, assessing security]
Jojo~! [Jojo sees Marcus and immediately takes off, pursued by Marcus] Aw, don't make this hard, Jo!
Mike Lowrey
[Jojo runs into an alley only to be tackled from the side by Mike Lowrey]
Nice running into you, Jojo.
Marcus Burnett
Always making it hard on your self, Jojo.
Julie Mott
[Meanwhile outside, in an undercover vehicle, Julie Mott is sitting by herself with her hand cuffed to the steering wheel] [Talking to herself]
Gee, Julie, what have you been up to the last couple days? Nothing. Just hanging out, handcuffed to steering wheels...
Marcus Burnett
[Inside of the car shop...]
We're looking for someone who can step on a shit load of heroin. Do it real fast, real well. We're looking for a real pro.
J Jojo
I told you already, I'm in the rubber business now.
Marcus Burnett
Jojo...we're not playing, man.
J Jojo
I'm telling you, I'm straight, man. I'm straight like a board, like an arrow. I'm so straight right now, I'm sick.
Marcus Burnett
It's a lot of dope. Who could cut it real quick?
J Jojo
"Cut it"? You mean, cut it up? I don't know nothing about it.
Mike Lowrey
[Muttering]
I'm so sick of this bullshit.
Mike Lowrey
[Mike grabs Jojo and shoves him under the hood of a car while brandishing a pistol on the back of his head]
What's up, Jo?
J Jojo
You're pulling a gun on me? You guys are cops! I can't believe this! I should turn you in to Hard Copy! Put your ass on the TV set!
Marcus Burnett
What are you doing?
Mike Lowrey
I got this! Jojo...[**** his weapon] I got fifteen bullets in this gun.
Marcus Burnett
Mike!
Mike Lowrey
I swear, if you don't start talking to me, I'm gonna fill your lying ass full of hot shit. Now, what's up?
Marcus Burnett
Mike, he's a former ganja-smoking ****er. He ain't worth it, for ****'s sake—!
Mike Lowrey
[Draws out a second pistol, pointing to Marcus]
Do you want some? I'll bust your ass too!
Marcus Burnett
So sad. [To Jojo] You're on your own, Jojo. [Walks off]
Mike Lowrey
[Sticks his second gun behind Jojo]
What's up, Jo?
Marcus Burnett
[Walks back in]
I'm telling you like this. You splatter his ass, he's no good to us! [Walks off to a side alley] **** that. I'm not going down over this shit! I'm not going down, for you to be killing Jojo, the tire man! I don't want no brain fragments on me! That shit gets in your clothes, and it stanks! **** that!
J Jojo
Okay! I'll tell you what I know.
J Jojo
[Mike throws Jojo up against the wall with his gun pointed underneath Jojo's chin]
I don't know everything. I only know a little bit.
Marcus Burnett
Tell him something, Jo—!
J Jojo
[Holds three fingers up]
It's three guys. They got a laboratory—
J Jojo
[Mike points his second gun at Jojo's head as Jojo lowers his fingers to two]
No...no, it's two guys. One guy died in a plane crash last year. It was **** up, I mean—
Marcus Burnett
There should be more! ****, man!
J Jojo
[Mike **** his second weapon as Jojo lowers his fingers to one]
It's one guy, really. It's only one guy.
Mike Lowrey
Don't **** with me—
J Jojo
One main guy. This guy's an Einstein—mother**** genius college boy. Egghead mother****er. He got four eyes and glasses. He-got-a-rich-mama-and-daddy-who-live-out-in-Coconut-Grove.
Marcus Burnett
Where!? Tell him again, Jojo! I don't want you to get hurt!
J Jojo
I'll tell you where he's at.
Mike Lowrey
[Marcus falls silent and listens in]
You would do that for us?
J Jojo
Yeah, I want to help you guys. You stick that gun down. I got the address in the, uh...office...
Mike Lowrey
[Lowers his weapon]
Thanks a lot, Jojo. You go grab that.
Mike Lowrey
You can go ahead.
Mike Lowrey
Yeah, now is good. Now is real good.
J Jojo
Yeah...This is on me too. You guys pick out some whitewalls as a little gift from me to you. [Walks off]
Marcus Burnett
[Snickers at Mike]
You made me think you was gonna shoot me for a minute.
Mike Lowrey
[Holstering his weapon]
I was.
