Thread:PB&Jotterisnumber1/@comment-24659920-20160602214046/@comment-27355376-20160605190304

(Martinez sits behind his desk relaxing as Victor appears and salutes.)

Victor Vance: Vic Vance reporting for duty, sir!

Jerry Martinez: Relax, relax. Are you well?

Victor Vance: Yes. Thank you, Sergeant.

Jerry Martinez: Good. In here, you can call me Jerry.

Victor Vance: Okay.

Jerry Martinez: OK, "Jerry", huh? Now, Vic, tell me. Why did you sign up, huh? To stay out of jail? Because you like getting shouted at, huh? What makes you polish your boots and put bullets in your guns in the hopes that maybe you'll get to shoot someone, huh?

Victor Vance: I got a difficult family. I got responsibilities.

Jerry Martinez: What, kids? A broad giving you shit, huh?

Victor Vance: No, brothers. One is real sick - asthma. And I gotta pay the bills. The other, well, maybe he's sick, too, but in a different way. My mom's a mess.

Jerry Martinez: So you joined the army to get rich?

Victor Vance: Not exactly. But, you know, my dad, he came here from DR. We didn't have a lot of opportunities. What else was I supposed to do? Why did you join up?

Jerry Martinez: To get rich!

Victor Vance: Why are you messing with me, sergeant?

Jerry Martinez: I ain't. Chill. Relax, take a seat. Look, Vic, there are plenty of opportunities for a man who knows the game to make real money. So...

Victor Vance: I don't want any trouble, man.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Jerry Martinez: Who wants trouble? Nobody. Everybody wants to relax. No trouble. And there's plenty of money to be made, nice and easy.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: Listen, I don't think this is for me. So, if there's nothing else...

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Jerry Martinez: Hey, relax, huh? Come on, Vic, I need a favor. No risk.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: So, why do you need me if there's no risk?

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Jerry Martinez: Because I gotta take registration. Besides, you're not on duty for a couple of days. Listen, you take my bike, you go over to the airport and you pick up a package for me, huh?

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: Okay. Just this one favor, and that's it.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Jerry Martinez: Good.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">(Victor and Martinez outside as Martinez hands Victor a pager.)

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Jerry Martinez: Listen, if plans change, I'll let you know.

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;margin-bottom:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Victor Vance: What's this?

<p style="margin-top:0.5em;line-height:22.4px;color:rgb(37,37,37);font-family:DroidSans,sans-serif;font-size:14px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Jerry Martinez: It's a pager, tough guy. Welcome to the 80's, Vic.