Hankster
Coroner
(Warrick has come home from work and is in a foul mood.)
Warrick: Tina, I'm home! (Silence) I said, TINA, I'm HOOOOOOME!
(Tina comes in, also looking tired and annoyed.)
Tina: I heard you the first damn time! You don't need to shout!
Warrick: Dangit woman, don't you use that tone with me! I've been dealing with the messes criminals leave behind all night long. I'm tired and I want a sandwich, so fix me a damn sandwich woman!
Tina: (cocks her head sideways and gives him a look) Oh, I don't THINK SO, Mr. WAR-RICK BROWN! You got two hands, you got a brain and you're standing up! I been working at the hospital ALL NIGHT LONG too! Dealing with old folks that crap their pants and idiots that seem to think the call button is for room service. You want yourself a sandwich? You can fix it your OWN DAMN SELF! Hmmph!!!! (She folds her arms and turns her head, sticking her nose in the air!)
Warrick: Oh, HAYELL NO! You ain't takin' that tone with me an' gittin' away wid it, woman! (He plops into his easy chair) I am DA MAN in this family! I make the rules! I earn more money, and I fight crime! You're gonna fix me a goddam sandwich and you're gonna like it!
Tina: (Grabs her purse and struts towards the door, wiggling her bottom)
Warrick: I think you must be confused, woman! The kitchen is that-a-way! (he points in the other direction)
Tina: Then you know where it is to make your own goddamned sandwich! I'm goin' out!
Warrick: Oh no you ain't! Get your BUTT into that kitchen and make me my sandwich!
Tina: I'm goin' to Nick Stokes' place! DON'T wait up, Warrick! (She steps out and slams the door)
Warrick: (pauses) Well this is an unexpected development.
(He gets up goes to the phone and dials a number. We hear the phone ring and then a voice comes on.)
Nick: Hey bro! What's up?
Warrick: Tina's comin' your way, man!
Nick: Lemme guess: she wouldn't make you a sandwich after work again?
Warrick: Damned straight! You gonna handle her and send her on back?
(Camera cuts to Nick's place--we see he's in bed, shirtless, while talkin' on the phone!)
Nick: Don't worry bro--I'll take good care of her and then send her back your way!
Warrick: Thanks, Nick! It's good to know you've got my back! (Warrick hangs up the phone.)
(Nick puts his hands behind his head and stretches. We see a brown skinned arm wrap around his chest. The camera pans out and we see Tina's in Nick's bed--the covers are covering any parts that shouldn't be seen in a PG 13 movie.)
Tina: (Giggles) Yep, you gonna take REAL GOOD care o' me, right Nicky?
Nick: (Smirks) You know it baby!
(The two kiss for a bit, then she reaches over to the nightstand and pulls back... a plate with a sandwich on it!)
Tina: Here you go, Nicky-babe!
Nick: (Nick looks it over!) Awright! Ham and cheese with mustard and the crusts cut off! You really make a GREAT SANDWICH, honey!
Warrick: Tina, I'm home! (Silence) I said, TINA, I'm HOOOOOOME!
(Tina comes in, also looking tired and annoyed.)
Tina: I heard you the first damn time! You don't need to shout!
Warrick: Dangit woman, don't you use that tone with me! I've been dealing with the messes criminals leave behind all night long. I'm tired and I want a sandwich, so fix me a damn sandwich woman!
Tina: (cocks her head sideways and gives him a look) Oh, I don't THINK SO, Mr. WAR-RICK BROWN! You got two hands, you got a brain and you're standing up! I been working at the hospital ALL NIGHT LONG too! Dealing with old folks that crap their pants and idiots that seem to think the call button is for room service. You want yourself a sandwich? You can fix it your OWN DAMN SELF! Hmmph!!!! (She folds her arms and turns her head, sticking her nose in the air!)
Warrick: Oh, HAYELL NO! You ain't takin' that tone with me an' gittin' away wid it, woman! (He plops into his easy chair) I am DA MAN in this family! I make the rules! I earn more money, and I fight crime! You're gonna fix me a goddam sandwich and you're gonna like it!
Tina: (Grabs her purse and struts towards the door, wiggling her bottom)
Warrick: I think you must be confused, woman! The kitchen is that-a-way! (he points in the other direction)
Tina: Then you know where it is to make your own goddamned sandwich! I'm goin' out!
Warrick: Oh no you ain't! Get your BUTT into that kitchen and make me my sandwich!
Tina: I'm goin' to Nick Stokes' place! DON'T wait up, Warrick! (She steps out and slams the door)
Warrick: (pauses) Well this is an unexpected development.
(He gets up goes to the phone and dials a number. We hear the phone ring and then a voice comes on.)
Nick: Hey bro! What's up?
Warrick: Tina's comin' your way, man!
Nick: Lemme guess: she wouldn't make you a sandwich after work again?
Warrick: Damned straight! You gonna handle her and send her on back?
(Camera cuts to Nick's place--we see he's in bed, shirtless, while talkin' on the phone!)
Nick: Don't worry bro--I'll take good care of her and then send her back your way!
Warrick: Thanks, Nick! It's good to know you've got my back! (Warrick hangs up the phone.)
(Nick puts his hands behind his head and stretches. We see a brown skinned arm wrap around his chest. The camera pans out and we see Tina's in Nick's bed--the covers are covering any parts that shouldn't be seen in a PG 13 movie.)
Tina: (Giggles) Yep, you gonna take REAL GOOD care o' me, right Nicky?
Nick: (Smirks) You know it baby!
(The two kiss for a bit, then she reaches over to the nightstand and pulls back... a plate with a sandwich on it!)
Tina: Here you go, Nicky-babe!
Nick: (Nick looks it over!) Awright! Ham and cheese with mustard and the crusts cut off! You really make a GREAT SANDWICH, honey!