Tuesday, December 30, 2014

[Script] Tossing Grenades at Windmills - Page 46


Dansen
Actually, if you don’t mind we’d like to-(cont) 

FRED
Get a warrant or talk to my lawyer. Take him away.
Fred goes back inside and slams the door.

Dansen
(cont)
Ask you a few questions.

Smirk
Guess family isn’t what it used to be. 

Dansen
Well, you’ve got to admit, if you had a brother that dressed up in underwear and tossed grenades at people you wouldn’t exactly want them hanging around. 

Smirk
Family is family. Blood is thicker than anything else.  
INT. DINING ROOM – NIGHT

Fred is inside watching. Fred frowns.

EXT. FRED’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Dansen
Even the law? 

Smirk
Yup. Even the law.

Dansen
Some cop you are. Come on, let’s get out of here. You’re being awfully quiet there Captain Cosmos

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