The Neighbors Are Zombies 7

***Hey, kids. Sorry, I lost track of what was going on Monday and just plum didn't post. No idea what got into me. I could make up an excuse, but would you even care? So, let's rejoin the story in progress. -The Management.***

INT. WILLBERRY POLICE STATION - BEFORE DAWN
(RED BULLET, BO)

RED BULLET, A CRUSTY OLD COP REMINISCENT OF A PRIVATE EYE FROM A '40'S NOIR FILM, IS SITTING AT HIS DESK, WITH HIS FEET UP, SMOKING A CIGARETTE. ACROSS THE TABLE FROM HIM IS BO, BUT WE DO NOT YET SEE HIM. THE CAMERA IS FOCUSED ENTIRELY ON RED.

RED

I'm sure you must think this is just a little one-horse town, but let me assure we have our share of horses here. If you think you can pull the wool over my eyes, you'd better be my ex-wife before I divorced you and you'd better have a cardigan in your hands. I know the reputation small-town sheriff's departments have, but let me tell you something, bub, I cut my teeth in the big city before you were cutting your teeth on a pacifier.

RED THROWS A SMALL BAG OF WHITE POWDER ON HIS DESK.

RED

I suppose you'll tell me that's just for toothaches and back pains. You might fool some of these local yokels with a story like that, but not Senior Executive Junior Detective Red Bullet, no sir, you can't fool me. I'd be happy to take you down for possession alone, it'd be the most exciting thing to happen in this town since I got transferred here. But this is just the icing on the cake.

RED HOLDS A TINY SHRUNKEN HEAD ABOUT THE SIZE OF A BASEBALL IN HIS FIST AND PUTS IT DOWN ON HIS DESK.

RED

That's a nice little paperweight you brought along with you. You'd better start singing like Hootie and the Blowfish. Go ahead and blow, little Blowfish. Tell me where you came from and why you're here.

THE CAMERA TURNS AROUND COMPLETELY AND REVEALS BO.

BO

I came from Haiti. And I'm here to catch up with some old friends.