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RIGGS<br />
Wait, wait ... shutup. I'm<br />
losin count. Where was I? Oh,<br />
yeah...<br />
(continues to<br />
peel off the<br />
bills)<br />
... Eight, ninety, ninety-five,<br />
ninety-six, ninety-seven...<br />
(digs into his<br />
pocket for<br />
loose change)<br />
... Ninety-seven-fifty. Sixty.<br />
Seventy-five. Okay, there's<br />
ninety-eight dollars and twenty<br />
cents...<br />
He is about to check his other pocket for change when<br />
Drug Dealer One stops him.<br />
DRUG DEALER ONE<br />
Forget it, dumbshit.<br />
RIGGS<br />
C'mon. I'm almost there. Gimme<br />
a minute to --<br />
DRUG DEALER ONE<br />
One hundred thousand, you stupid<br />
fuck! One hundred thousand!<br />
Riggs is floored. He can't believe his ears.<br />
RIGGS<br />
Oh, Jesus ... I can't afford that.<br />
Not on my salary.<br />
(beat)<br />
Look... let's do this instead ...<br />
(pulls out his<br />
wallet)<br />
I take your <strong>com</strong>plete stash, okay?<br />
I take it all. For free. And<br />
you assholes go to jail.<br />
As he says this, he flips open his wallet and shows his<br />
badge. The Drug Dealers at first look startled, then<br />
disbelieving.<br />
RIGGS<br />
I could read you your rights,<br />
but ... nah. You guys know what<br />
your rights are.<br />
DRUG DEALER ONE<br />
Fuck you, man. That badge ain't<br />
real. And you ain't real.
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