"Who has the paste?"
"I'm runnin' out of the happy stuff"
"Is this what I think it is Joe? Cocaine?"
"Be careful, there's a storm a brewin'"
EXT. Ron’s
Van
RON
Is
this what I think it is Joe? Cocaine?
JOE
Listen
buddy, I can explain. It’s not quite what you think. It is, but listen-
Ron
interrupts excitingly and throws the bags back to Joe.
RON
I
don’t want to know Joe, I don’t know how you do it, but you might have saved us
from eviction. You can sell this right? To one of your greasy buddies? Why
didn’t you tell me?
Joe pauses,
swallows, takes a deep breath and tosses the bags back into the van.
JOE
Well, uhh, I knew you
wouldn’t approve of it Ron. I was uhh, going to Scotty’s to sell it to him
actually. Told him earlier to keep it on the D.L., so you wouldn’t find out.
RON
Very Sly. You’re right, you
always think of something Joe. I’m glad we’re friends. Let’s catch some dinner.
JOE
Yeah, sounds good.
The two gather the fishing gear and make
their way back to the fire pit. The two sit down.
RON
The
trick is to lay a good foundation first. Then we need to set the kindling over
the tinder in a form of a teepee. See? Like this.
Joe obviously
isn’t interested in the fire; his eyes keep wandering over to the van.