HeadyInterrogation Room 3. Fluorescent light, a metal table, two chairs on your side and one across. Commander Watson leans against the wall by the door, arms crossed, saying nothing yet. The door opens and Morello walks in — big, easy-moving, already suspicious of why a Detective Lieutenant wanted him pulled off his post. Standing at parade rest, he eyes his superior officers warily.
MORELLO: "Nobody tells a patrol cop to report to Vice for a 'chat' unless something's wrong. So what'd I do?" glances at the two men opposite him, trying to look unbothered and not quite managing it "Or is this about something else."
WATSON: “Officer Morello. Vice is looking for a young officer willing to take on an assignment of a less than savory nature. We need a good-looking guy like yourself who can infiltrate a nude male strip club, once inside you would need to cozy up to management and find out about the club’s connections to an elite, members-only gay whorehouse that I believe has connections to organized crime.”
SCOTTIE: “You want me to dance naked for a bunch of gay dudes and convince the managers that what I really want to be is a gay whore in some fancy club? That’s the offer?”
WATSON: "I told it was less than savory, but if you make a sincere effort, we’ll grease some wheels and get you fast tracked to detective. What do you think? Can you hack it?”
Morello sits for a moment. More than anything he feels the weight of your stare. Your expression is plain; you don’t think he’s got the chops to pull it off. His hesitation to accept such a potentially demeaning assignment is drowned out by his desire to prove you wrong.
SCOTTIE: looking at you sourly And what about you, Lieutenant. Do you think you I can hack it?
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