Real Jake – Scene 3

Woe, slow down there young fellow. There’s no

TEENAGER

Go, asshole. Brooklyn, Flatbush. Go man!

Jake drives a little faster. Faint police sirens are heard in the background.

JAKE

Are you alright?

TEENAGER

Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Drive faster, man.

The teenager turns around to look out the rear window.

ONE POLICE CAR, THEN ANOTHER, TURN A CORNER A HALF BLOCK AWAY, AND ARE NOW IN LINE WITH AND CHASING JAKE’S TAXICAB.

The teenager turns back around and removes an envelope from his jacket pocket. He thrusts his hand holding the envelope through the open bullet proof window separating the back seats from the front.

TEENAGER (CONTINUED)

Take this, man.

JAKE

I don’t know, son. 

The teenager drops the envelope in the front seat and slams the sliding bullet proof glass window shut.

EXTERIOR STREET – NIGHT

The police cars overtake Jake’s taxicab, forming a V and forcing Jake to stop. Four policemen, guns drawn, approach the cab, the lead Policeman with a bullhorn in his hand.

POLICEMAN # 1

(Into Bullhorn) Hands up. Up. I want to see your hands at all times.

Jake and the teenager, still in the car, raise their hands.

POLICEMAN # 1 (CONTINUED)

(Into Bullhorn) Now slowly, and I want to see your hands at all times, very slowly, open the doors and come out. Very slowly.

Jake and the teenager slowly open their respective doors, and, hands above their heads, exit the taxicab. They are immediately pounced upon, made to spread eagle against the cab. Both are frisked. A policeman searches the interior of the taxi and retrieves the white envelope. He removes a plastic bag from it, opens it and has a taste, and makes a sour face. 

POLICEMAN # 2

Nasty laced smack.

POLICEMAN # 3

Where was it?

POLICEMAN # 2

Front seat.

POLICEMAN # 3

We taking them both in?

POLICEMAN # 2

We have to let the kid go.

A Policeman frisks the teenage boy again. Finding nothing, he let’s him go. Jake is handcuffed and is shoved inside the rear Police car door.