INT. OFFICE

A BUSINESS MAN sits behind a desk covered in nicknacks and a computer. A WOMAN in a low cut shirt is talking to him while a GUARD stands by the door.

WOMAN

So sir I would be grateful to have tomorrow off, my sons sitter is out of town and-

The BUSINESS MAN cuts her off with a light hand

BUSINESS MAN

Say no more I completely understand. Just let me know if I need to cover your shift any other days.

The woman smiles.

                                                                         WOMAN

Thank you so much sir this means alot to me.

She turns and walks towards the door. BAM! The door slams open knocking the woman out. A police officer in storms in wearing aviator glasses and puts his hands on his hips.

                                                                       JACK TRAVERS

Who the hell am I you ask? Detective Jack Travers NJPD.

JACK stands next to the GUARD.

JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Sorry I missed the grand opening. I was out of town.

JACK hands his glasses to the GUARD

                                                        JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Do you mind holding these?

JACK punches the GUARD in the groin and takes back his glasses. The GUARD collapses to the ground.

                                                               BUSINESS MAN

Oh my God what’s wrong with you?

                                                                   JACK TRAVERS

I’ll ask the questions here bub!

JACK approaches the desk.

                                                       JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

This place looks pretty clean.

JACK runs his finger on the desk.

JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Prettttttyyyy clean.

JACK licks his finger and spits on the floor.

                                                                JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Lemon pledge. You bastards are going down hard. And there’s two things Jack Travers loves. The law and making guys like you go down hard.

JACK reaches across the desk and grabs the BUSINESS MAN by the collar and brings him closer.

                                                         JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Alright I’m done play around here, buddy! I want a piece of the action!

JACK lets go and slams his fist on the desk. Something small hits the ground. JACK looks stunned at the floor.

                                                       JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Ohhhh what’s this?

JACK bends down and picks up a penny.

                                                                   JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Well hello Mr. Lincoln. You never looked so dirty. You boys doing a bit of money laundering in my city? Here you go sweetheart buy yourself something nice.

JACK throws the penny behind his back and hits the WOMAN again knocking her back on the ground.

                                                             BUSINESS MAN

(Terrified)

Sir we are a legitimate family run business-

                                                                         JACK TRAVERS

Family run!

JACK slams the BUSINESS MAN on the desk and pulls out his gun.

                                                                     JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

What family? The Gomalis? The Terrintinos? The Gambinis?

                                                                                BUSINESS MAN

Our last name is Stevenson.

                                                                               JACK TRAVERS

Stevenson! That sounds a lot like Satan!

JACK puts away his gun.

JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Now I’m gonna let you boys off with a warning. Tomorrow I’ll be back for a piece of that drug money.

JACK starts to walk out and stops by the collapses GUARD.

                                                                      JACK TRAVERS (CONT’D)

Clean yourself off you’re filthy.

JACK spits in the GUARD’S face. He opens the door hard and it slams into the WOMAN again knocking her back. JACK quickly turns and points to the camera. The Title JACK TRAVERS flashes on the screen.

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