~ three

Interpol Lead - "Guess what."

Detective - "Ship of fools ?"

Lead - "No.  Ever see that movie 'Airplane' ?"

Detective - A laugh, "Yeah.  ...  ohhh ... "

Lead - "Yeah.  We need you."

Detective - "Airplane.  Sounds out of my jurisdiction."

Lead - "Not anymore.  I read your file.  We need you."

...

Detective - "Why did you have read my file ... "

('Pass the Mic' by The Beastie Boys ~ AK Remix)

The detective walks the new streets smoking, watches an airplane descend for landing overhead ... 

Smoking in the crowd, past homeless camps and burning protests, police beatings and murder, walking by with sunglasses on.  While in some unknown shed, Switchblade sharpens one against the other.  A police shootout at the bank as the detective walks between the bullets, passing just before the panic explosion.

 

Detective - "God I love this town."  Looks at his watch.  "Like a drill-bit through the skull."

~ He screams with the dated drill's motor, trying to break the gurney straps as it enters through just behind the ear, eyes straining to see.

Detective - Throws down the cigarette and pulls his phone.  ...  "Alright.  I'm here.  Now what."

Lead - "What do you mean, tiger ?  'Go get 'im'."

Detective - Looks at his phone and hangs up.  "Go get him."  Looks around ... spots someone looking intelligent.  "Hey do you know how I can get to the airport ?"

Some guy - "Hey do you know karate ?"

Detective - "Jesus fuck."

~ Talking to two feet sticking out of a garbage can in an alley way.

 

Detective - "It's called Kung Fu."  Kicks the can over, the man rolls out.  "At least to you.  Now."  Leans in close, "Hey.  Do you know the way, to the airport please ?"

Some guy - "That was really cool.  I can totally drive you there."

Detective - Leaning in with brow furrowing ... "Hmmm ... "

~ He drives screeching away from the guy in another garbage can.