Random Roadside Drug-Testing...
Scene 32: Ext, night.
A late model Holden Commodore glides smoothly to a halt beside a line of witch's hats, stopping easily despite the light rain.
A handsome POLICE OFFICER wearing wet-weather gear steps forward as the DRIVER winds his window down. The flashing blue lights of the police alcohol and drug-testing unit play across his unshaven face.
OFFICER: Roadside drug testing, driver.
DRIVER: Oh, no worries.
The DRIVER leans across to the glove compartment and takes out a small plastic bag.
DRIVER: I got these brown Scorpions from a mate last night; can ya tell me if they're any good?
OFFICER: Give us a sec and we'll test them for you, but from what I've heard, this batch are a bit smacky, but almost as good as pure MDMA.
DRIVER: Sweet!
A late model Holden Commodore glides smoothly to a halt beside a line of witch's hats, stopping easily despite the light rain.
A handsome POLICE OFFICER wearing wet-weather gear steps forward as the DRIVER winds his window down. The flashing blue lights of the police alcohol and drug-testing unit play across his unshaven face.
OFFICER: Roadside drug testing, driver.
DRIVER: Oh, no worries.
The DRIVER leans across to the glove compartment and takes out a small plastic bag.
DRIVER: I got these brown Scorpions from a mate last night; can ya tell me if they're any good?
OFFICER: Give us a sec and we'll test them for you, but from what I've heard, this batch are a bit smacky, but almost as good as pure MDMA.
DRIVER: Sweet!
Comments
Oh, hang on, you don't drive.