[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!

[Jojo runs into an alley only to be tackled from the side by Mike Lowrey]

Nice running into you, Jojo.

Always making it hard on your self, Jojo.

[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...

[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.

I told you already, I'm in the rubber business now.

Jojo...we're not playing, man.

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.

It's a lot of dope. Who could cut it real quick?

"Cut it"? You mean, cut it up? I don't know nothing about it.

[Muttering]

I'm so sick of this bullshit.

[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?

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!

What are you doing?

I got this! Jojo...[**** his weapon] I got fifteen bullets in this gun.

Mike!

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?

Mike, he's a former ganja-smoking ****er. He ain't worth it, for ****'s sake—!

[Draws out a second pistol, pointing to Marcus]

Do you want some? I'll bust your ass too!

So sad. [To Jojo] You're on your own, Jojo. [Walks off]

[Sticks his second gun behind Jojo]

What's up, Jo?

[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!

Okay! I'll tell you what I know.

[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.

Tell him something, Jo—!

[Holds three fingers up]

It's three guys. They got a laboratory—

[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—

There should be more! ****, man!

[Mike **** his second weapon as Jojo lowers his fingers to one]

It's one guy, really. It's only one guy.

Don't **** with me—

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.

Where!? Tell him again, Jojo! I don't want you to get hurt!

I'll tell you where he's at.

[Marcus falls silent and listens in]

You would do that for us?

Yeah, I want to help you guys. You stick that gun down. I got the address in the, uh...office...

[Lowers his weapon]

Thanks a lot, Jojo. You go grab that.

Cool.

You can go ahead.

Now?

Yeah, now is good. Now is real good.

Yeah...This is on me too. You guys pick out some whitewalls as a little gift from me to you. [Walks off]

[Snickers at Mike]

You made me think you was gonna shoot me for a minute.

[Holstering his weapon]

I was.