Post by The Mad Cabbie on Jun 25, 2011 18:03:25 GMT -6
(A loud clang rings twice through the cramped county jail cell as the doors are opened.)
Police Officer: Your bail's been posted. You're free to go.
(Vladik Vlaslov's angry eyes focus on the officer, and the officers hand moves quickly to his gun.)
Police Officer: Look pal, you've given us enough trouble already. You come at me now, and I swear I'll shoot you until you stop moving.
(Vladik's eyes don't even flicker away for a second. He holds the officer's unflinching stare, and the tension in the small cell is thick enough to taste.)
Police Officer: You...Are....Free....To.....Go!!
(Vladik rises to his feet in response to the volume of the officer's voice. He smiles that ridiculous, insane smile and takes a step toward the officer.)
Police Officer: STOP RIGHT THERE!
(The officer's gun flies out of the holster, and the barrel lines up square in the middle of Vlaslov's grin.)
Joe Jacks: Well is he free to go? Or should he stop right there?
(The nervous officer is startled by the entrance of the third party. Joe Jacks looks much more composed than when we last saw him.)
Police Officer: There's already an officer on paid leave that can't even open his mouth to tell us how it happened. I won't end up like him.
Joe Jacks: No one has to, bud. I don't know why you're pointing that thing at me.
(The officer lowers his gun, which he had inadvertently levelled in Jacks' face.)
Police Officer: Just...Just get him out of here.
Vladik Vlaslov: You!
(Vlaslov's wide eyed stare settles over Jacks.)
Vladik Vlaslov: You pay cab fare!!
Joe Jacks: Yes, Vladik. I will pay cab fare. You come work for me, and I will buy you a brand new cab. Maybe even a mini-van cab, so that you can actually fit inside of it.
Vladik Vlaslov: Mini-van?
(Jacks nods his head. Vlaslov considers for a moment.)
Vladik Vlaslov: I will come, under one condition.
Joe Jacks: Name it.
Vladik Vlaslov: You will bring me live chicken every Thursday.
Joe Jacks: Deal.
(Jacks answers without question or hesitation, then turns and walks out of the cell. Vladik follows him, smiling as the officer shrinks backward to avoid being near the strange and towering Russian.)
Joe Jacks: Do they have professional wrestling in Russia?
Police Officer: Your bail's been posted. You're free to go.
(Vladik Vlaslov's angry eyes focus on the officer, and the officers hand moves quickly to his gun.)
Police Officer: Look pal, you've given us enough trouble already. You come at me now, and I swear I'll shoot you until you stop moving.
(Vladik's eyes don't even flicker away for a second. He holds the officer's unflinching stare, and the tension in the small cell is thick enough to taste.)
Police Officer: You...Are....Free....To.....Go!!
(Vladik rises to his feet in response to the volume of the officer's voice. He smiles that ridiculous, insane smile and takes a step toward the officer.)
Police Officer: STOP RIGHT THERE!
(The officer's gun flies out of the holster, and the barrel lines up square in the middle of Vlaslov's grin.)
Joe Jacks: Well is he free to go? Or should he stop right there?
(The nervous officer is startled by the entrance of the third party. Joe Jacks looks much more composed than when we last saw him.)
Police Officer: There's already an officer on paid leave that can't even open his mouth to tell us how it happened. I won't end up like him.
Joe Jacks: No one has to, bud. I don't know why you're pointing that thing at me.
(The officer lowers his gun, which he had inadvertently levelled in Jacks' face.)
Police Officer: Just...Just get him out of here.
Vladik Vlaslov: You!
(Vlaslov's wide eyed stare settles over Jacks.)
Vladik Vlaslov: You pay cab fare!!
Joe Jacks: Yes, Vladik. I will pay cab fare. You come work for me, and I will buy you a brand new cab. Maybe even a mini-van cab, so that you can actually fit inside of it.
Vladik Vlaslov: Mini-van?
(Jacks nods his head. Vlaslov considers for a moment.)
Vladik Vlaslov: I will come, under one condition.
Joe Jacks: Name it.
Vladik Vlaslov: You will bring me live chicken every Thursday.
Joe Jacks: Deal.
(Jacks answers without question or hesitation, then turns and walks out of the cell. Vladik follows him, smiling as the officer shrinks backward to avoid being near the strange and towering Russian.)
Joe Jacks: Do they have professional wrestling in Russia?