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Detective Perez schools Luis about how lucky he is to not be in jail and how much of his life he’s wasted.
PEREZ I didn’t know you and yo comemeirda gang played here too. I guess it’s true what they say, “this place is going to sh#t.” Know how to play 9-Ball? You’re in luck. Meet Officer Perez by day and El Tiburòn by night.
See, first you rack up 1 through 9, like you see here on the table, 9 in the center like this and whichever goes in - (Breaks) Would you look at that? Ball 1 made it in. This is feeling serendipitous.
(Sets up)
I’m going in number order. Ball 2. I dedicate this to your ability to lie.
(Shoots)
Easy shot.
(Sets up)
I dedicate ball 3 to your ability to being a statistic.
(Shoots)
Oyé.
(Sets up)
Ball 4 to your greed.
(Shoots)
Así.
(Sets up)
5 to your stupidity!
(Shoots)
Clearly.
(Sets up)
6 to your cowardice!
PEREZ (CONT’D)
(Shoots)
What?
(Steps to Luis)
What? All right. Those were all cheap shots. But true.
(Sets up)
Ball 7, I’m dedicating to your only skill: not getting caught.
(Aims, looks at Luis, and shoots)
Maybe you’re meant to be who you are.
(Sets up)
Ball 8 is for my ability to not shove this fucking pool stick down your throat.
(Shoots)
You decide what ball 9 should mean. Think of something. How about…to the gangsta life? To the bitches? To fiends always having that money? How about for God’s forgiveness? For hurting your own? For disgracing your own? To never breaking the cycle and moving forward! Because “I don’t give a f@ck”, right?
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