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| THE DEALER (VO) It's been a long time since I last felt good about any part of life. I've been playing the game for five years now, and every year is more hopeless than the last. I remember when I first got into the game. I thought dealing would be a quick buck - getting around the law would be my only worry. Yeah right. In a place like this the cops are the last of my worries. Fighting for clients and turf, keeping supply consistent with demand, keeping up with payments to the right people - let's just say it's not what I expected. And then there's The Man. The Man runs the entire game in this town. And you always have to keep The Man happy. If you're in the game you belong to The Man. But I'm getting out. |
| The Dealer arrives at the fountain where The Pimp sits in waiting. He looks at the crucifix in his hand, considering the implications of his impending actions, before he strides forward to meet with The Pimp. The Pimp stands and lifts his eyebrows in surprise as he sees The Dealer approach. |
| THE PIMP I didn't think I'd be seeing you around here again. THE DEALER Life's full of surprises. THE PIMP That's a lesson you're going to be forced to learn if you don't start to catch up with you're payments. The Man is not pleased by indolence. THE DEALER So I've noticed. |
| THE PIMP A word to the wise, my friend: you're on dangerously thin ice. Everybody knows it. If you don't get your act together soon, The Man will do it for you. THE DEALER Attempting to hand the briefcase to The Pimp This is all I've got. Give it to The Man. I don't want it anymore. Tell him I'm out. THE PIMP Oh, no my friend; I'm afraid I can't be of service in that fashion. You don't just decide to be in or out. No one gets out unless The Man says they get out. |