TV REPORTER (V.O.)
What that means is that every armed licensee faced with danger
must make a split second judgment call.
Gary places two-fifty on the counter and him and Chip walk back
to their patrol car. As they leave the parking lot they see TIM
sitting on the side of the building.
Tim makes a "smooth sailing" gesture with his hand. Buff roles
over to Tim on his roller blades. He sweeps off a piece of
concrete and places down a slice of pizza. Buff begins to play
hockey with two empty beer cans on the ground. He shoots one at
the dumpster and the other at Tim.
Peace! Ah, time's running out, three, two, one!
He shoots the beer can at Tim, barely missing him. Jeff walks up
from around the corner holding a package of cookies he just
bought. Nazeer is right behind him eating something.
Hey, hey, seven-twenty. Seven-twenty.
Jeff turns around.
I gave it to you.
He paid you man.
You owe me twenty cents. Come on, seven-twenty. Seven-twenty.
Yo! Your spitting rice all over us! God.
Jeff digs into his pockets.
Here's twenty-five cents.
Nazeer takes the money and walks away.
Guy should cut down on his caffeine intake.
Needs some pizza in his diet.
Buff is eating his slice of pizza and skating around the group.
I don't think I like that guy's attitude at all. Hey, you know
what? Take off the blades. I mean it. I'm gonna break your
fucking legs. Take 'em off.
You're fascist, man. Neofascist.
He sits down and begins to take of his blades.
Buff, sit. You know what I mean though? Somebody ought to crack
that guy with a baseball bat.