INT. POLICE STATION- DUSK THE STATION IS RIFE WITH PEOPLE, ARRESTS BEING MADE AND FILES BEING TRANSPORTED AROUND TO VARIOUS DESKS LACED AROUND THE PLACE. PEOPLE WORKING OFF BENCHES AND HOLDING CELLS BURSTING AT THE SEEMS. IN A SINGULAR OFFICE, WE SEE CRUZ, SCRUFFY LOOKING SHIRT WITH A CIGAR, STARING INTO THE WINDOW OF THE OFFICE. HE SEEMS TO BE THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT SEEMS TO WRACKING HIS BRAINS. HE LOOKS OVER TO THE DESK, SEEING THE PILES UPON PILES OF CASES. DELILAH comes storming in the office, pushing the through the door of the office. DELILAH (Panting) Cruz! I need your help, you’re the only one I can trust right now! DELILAH goes straight to the whiskey decanter in the bottom drawer of CRUZ’s desk, pulls out two glasses, proceeds to pour for the two of them CRUZ, startled by the entrance of DELILAH, puts his cigar down into the ash tray and takes the glass from DELILAH, carefully sipping the liquor. CRUZ Delilah, Its been a while... DELILAH downs the ...
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