INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

John paces back and forth amongst his seated colleagues.

JOHN

Everyone... all of you, matter of

fact, have said a lot of good

things. Uhh, here tonight. None of

you said anything out of place or

made me go off the rails which is,

how this should be conducted.

His arms rest on his hips; his eyes scour the dimly lit room.

JOHN (CONT'D)

There were times he wouldn't say

anything to me.

Looking to the ground, his fingers spiral his beard hairs.

JOHN (CONT'D)

He was quiet. Sometimes I think a

little to quiet because sometimes I

would set a timer on my phone to

see how long he would go. Pal would

do 2 hours like it was nothing.

Most of the time I'd think I'd see

it in his face.

Taking two steps back, he finally acknowledges the crowd.

JOHN (CONT'D)

Woulda asked you all bout it but I

got even less time, which doesn't

make sense. I was his best friend.

John laughs, showing his teeth at the thought of his friend.

JOHN (CONT'D)

One time he got irritated with me

in the passenger seat. Like really

bad. Just his whole entire,

completely filled Dr Pepper

straight into my face. He wouldn't

drink it. Guy had real issues.

His arms jump out, revisiting back to what he just said.

JOHN (CONT'D)

Issues in the absolute by far most

best way.

(MORE)2.

JOHN (CONT'D)

Some people are just different, not

that all of you are all just boring

predictable people cause you

aren't, but like I've already said,

some have a way of doing things.

From the back of the room, a MAN starts to walk to the front.

JOHN (CONT'D)

You said I had three minutes, it's

been a minute-fifty.

Standing off to the side, the MAN shakes his head.

He turns over his phone.

EXT. OUTSIDE - NIGHT

John says goodbye to his last beneficiaries.

While unlocking his car a man walks across the street holding

a Dr Pepper in his hand.

He tucks his key into his back pocket.