Gridlocked Page #2

Not nearly enough.

On a scale of one to ten,

ten being good.

Really good.

Do you even like what you do?

(tires screech)

Man:
Whoa, man!

That's my head.

Let's get something straight.

This is not a game.

The last thing I wanna do

is babysit you. You got that?

I'm your last line of defense from

you spending the rest of your life

in a concrete closet. So sit back,

shut up, do as you're told,

and you and I will get on just fine.

Have you got that?

- Have you got it?

- Yeah.

Great.

(keypad beeps)

- Jason:
ls that Scotty?

- Sully:
Yeah.

You better move on through.

I got this one.

- Thanks, Sully.

- All right, buddy.

Jason. Hey.

Oh, so close.

Maybe next time.

(Jason chuckling)

Come on, Sully.

I could've slipped through here.

- Protocol.

- What are you...?

Protocol.

You got to be kidding.

Thank you.

(Sully whistles)

(grunts)

- Access granted, Scott.

- (door beeps)

Hey.

There are reasons

for the protocol we follow.

One of them being that I get to do

more than just sit at a desk all day.

Yeah.

- See you around, Sully.

- All right.

Thanks for that.

Jason:
Anytime, rookie.

I don't understand, man.

I'm coming up on two months,

and the old man still demands

to see my ID every single time.

I'm at two years.

Get used to it.

Some things never change.

Hey, hold up a sec.

What did we say about

being first one in?

Come on.

Yeah?

Rookies are first in

or you get friendly with the mop.

That's right.

You get friendly with the mop.

So what happened today?

I wasn't first in.

No, you weren't.

All right.

- Keep it up, rookie.

- Scott:
Thanks for the advice.

Sorry, what's that?

F*** yourself.

Fair enough.

Man:
Yo, police brutality, man!

Ain't none of y'all seeing this?

- David:
Shut up.

- I told you watch out for my arm.

Hey, brother! My brother!

Look at this sh*t, man!

Hey, listen!

This man needs anger management!

- Take care of this a**hole!

- What the hell?

Hey, Brody!

Wait for me. All right?

What the hell are you doing?

Go and sit down.

What's going on, Vince?

This place is empty.

Vince:
Short staffed.

Summer's tomorrow.

- What's up?

- It's where the PM lands at two.

Chiefs trying to make everything

work out following his code.

Mm-hmm, no excuses,

no overtime, right?

There isn't gonna be any overtime

if you stick around long enough.

I've been pleading

for a bigger holding cell

ever since the brass

dropped you off here.

Don't hold your breath.

Never do.

(groans)

So how long does this usually take?

Depends.

On?

The bust.

What about this one?

(whispers) Of course not.

So when are you gonna let me

shoot someone?

When they start irritating me.

So what's it like hanging with Brody?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes