ALONZO & JAKE
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Alonzo pulls onto a street of dense apartments. Parks along the curb. JAKE What's here? ALONZO That's Neto. Works for me. JAKE Informant? ALONZO He gets to peddle reefer, make a little cash for the family. I get a heads up when shit goes down. The barrio on-line. JAKE And you trust him? ALONZO Fuckin' right I trust him. Sprung his mom from I.N.S. detention. Jake smiles to himself. Alonzo opens the foil, sniffs -Shitty dime. Check it out. -- hands it to Jake. Who takes out a bud. See the small hairs? Jake nods. See how flat it is? Classic brick-pack Mexican. See how brittle it is? It's from last year. Jake is amazed. Alonzo snatches the bud, crumbles it in the pipe, tosses aside seeds. To be truly effective, a narcotics detective must know and love narcotics. A good narcotics detective should have narcotics in his blood. JAKE You going to smoke that? Alonzo smiles devilishly, offers Jake the pipe. ALONZO You are. JAKE Hell if I am. ALONZO What? You a Mormon? A Jesus freak? JAKE No. I'm not losing my job. ALONZO (re: the pipe) This is your job. JAKE I can't do it. ALONZO (laughs) This ain't a review board. We ain't doing rails. Just leafy green bud.
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Jake stands firm, shaking his head. Alonzo, pulls his gun, jams it in Jake's ear. If I was a dealer, you'd be dead. Turn shit down on the street and the Chief hands your wife a crisply folded flag. Jake stares stubbornly at Alonzo. Alonzo pockets the gun. Lights the lighter. And takes a huge hit, blows smoke in Jake's face. I don't want you in my unit. Go back to Valley. Get the fuck out of my car. A staring contest. Jake decides to play the game. JAKE ... Okay... He takes the pipe, takes an absolutely huge hit -ALONZO Alright. That's how it's done, son. -- And JAKE is racked with a spasm of coughing. Betrayed by your virgin lungs. Jake takes another hit - a passing driver watches --blows the smoke in Alonzo's face. They cruise in a strange otherworldly silence. Jake is clearly messed up, his head lolls from side to side. Shit, you took some man-sized hits. You gonna be okay? When's the last time you smoked out? JAKE ... Twelfth grade... ALONZO Left that out of your service jacket. Knew you had secrets, everyone does. Didn't know you dig dusters. JAKE What are dusters? ALONZO You know, dusted bud. Dippers? C'mon, dipped in P.C.P. Primos. Sherm, Kool, P-dog, Angel dust... Didn't you smell it? Taste it? JAKE (horrified)... I've never done it... ALONZO Now you have. Remember the smell for next time. Think I'd inhale that shit? Jake is scared as hell, pale, sweaty. JAKE Oh, no. No. No. No. ALONZO Gonna kick the shit out of Neto. Motherfucker's lacing crappy bud to get that unsuspecting return client. JAKE I'm gonna get piss tested. I'm gonna get fired. ALONZO I told you, Lieutenant's got our backs. We know a week before we piss. JAKE
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(panicking) Shit. How could you do this to me? Shit. Shit. Shit! Alonzo slams an elbow across Jake's throat. ALONZO Fuckin' chill and ride the high. You're an adult. You chose to smoke. Live with your decisions. You cool? JAKE I'm cool. ALONZO Besides, no one put a gun to your head.
