Teddy: This is it! This is it. This is where it happened. X and the boys, they lived in a filthy squat Right over there.
Floyd: Oh, yeah?
Teddy: Used to play the Whisky a Go Go every chance they got. And X died right there. Right there in front of a fuckin’ Am Pm. Twenty-five years old, he was beaten to death by the LAPD, can you believe that shit? Some things never change, am I right?
Floyd: Listen, man, it’s a cool story, and I dig your script, but I’m not a fuckin’ actor, man, I’m just a fuckin’ comic.
Teddy: Look, I saw your audition. All right, and the raw material is there, you just need me to help you shape it. Look, I want you in my film, man, but you’re at a crossroads. You gotta figure out what you wanna do. You wanna do some inconsequential television crap, make some dough? Huh? You wanna do that? Or wouldn’t you wanna try to do something great? Something special? A story for your own–
Teddy: That’s right.
Floyd: Yeah, right, I get it.
Teddy: That’s right. Come on. Huh? Let’s go out, you and me, we go out, let’s, uh… Let’s get polluted. You and me, come on. Let’s go get some tattoos, let’s get wacky, you and me, let’s get crazy. Come on, give me the keys, I wanna drive this puppy.
Floyd: Come on, man, you’re fuckin’ drunk.
Teddy: I’m not fuckin’ drunk.
Floyd: I smell it on you, dude.
Teddy: Ah, what, I had a few too many, I’m not too drunk to drive, give me my keys, man.
Floyd: Oh, you wanna fuck around?
Teddy: I fuckin’ jumped you now, you fuck–
Floyd: Hey, man, what’s wrong with you? Let go of me, man!
Teddy: How does that feel, you prick?!
Floyd: What’s wrong with you, man?
Cop: What’s the problem?
Teddy: This asshole won’t give me my keys back.
Cop: What are you, five? Give the guy his keys.
Floyd: Hey, hey, hey, hey, why you so sure that they’re his keys? ‘Cause he’s white?
Cop: No, it’s more because you look like a punk.
Teddy: Yeah. A punk who was just saying how much he hates LAPD.
Cop: Oh, interesting, look who’s being prejudiced now.
Floyd: Hey, it’s not true, all right? This is just some weird, method acting game that he’s doing right now. That’s all it is.
Teddy: Yeah, because I want you to know what it’s like to live in fear of these motherfuckers, man.
Floyd: I know what it’s like to live in fear of these motherfuckers, I’m black, motherfucker! No offense, Officer.
Teddy: You’re apologizing to this fuckin’ pig, man? He killed one of your own, right there, man!
Floyd: Hey, look, Officer, uh… G-Gustan, this is just a misunderstanding.
Cop: All right, hands behind your back.
Floyd: W-wait, I didn’t do nothing! Wait, for what? For what?
Teddy: Ah, shit, man! He didn’t fuckin’ do anything, you fuckin’ pig, man!
Cop: You want some of this, too, Hollywood?
Teddy: Somebody get this on their phone!
Floyd: Fuck you and fuck your racist fuckin’ pig brethren, man!
Teddy: Black Lives Matter, man! Attica! Attica! Attica!
Cop: Give me an excuse, motherfucker, give me an excuse!
Teddy: Cut. Cut. Tommy, that was great. Excellent, excellent work. Listen, next time, don’t get the cuffs on him fully so he can really, you know, rage against the machine, but that was great. I want you to take an emotional snapshot. We’re gonna run it back one more time. You got one more in you?
Floyd: This was just another one of your fuckin’ games?
Teddy: This ain’t a game, man, this is a master class, man. Through a prism, with all the boring shit cut out, man! Fuck. That’s it! That’s it, that was beautiful, that’s the character, Floyd, you’ve got it, man!
Floyd: You’re crazy.
Teddy: What’s the matter? We’re gonna go again. You got another one in you? That was fantastic, Floyd! You got it, man, you’re a fuckin’ star!