trouble - teen wolf

BROKEN GLASS

CABECEIRAS, BRAZIL-- ABANDONED TUNNEL

[It is the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, as a man in a black leather jacket rushes toward a police cruiser and gets inside before he gets too wet. It's Argent, who, after getting settled in the passenger seat, quickly becomes alarmed when the man he's meeting, a Brazilian policia named Gilberto, immediately points a gun at him]

ARGENT: Is that really necessary?

[Gilberto looks at Argent as though he thinks he's crazy]

GILBERTO: An Argent asks me to meet him in the middle of the night? I bring a gun. Now, how about you put yours on the dashboard where I can see it?

[Argent looks at his contact with exasperation before reaching for his right inner jacket pocket with his left hand, only to be given a gruff warning]

GILBERTO: Slowly. Please.

[Argent, maintaining eye contact with his jumpy acquaintance, slowly pulls out the handgun in his waistband and holds it up with an expression that silently says, "Are you satisfied now?" before he sets it on the dashboard as instructed]

ARGENT: Good?

[Gilberto eyes Argent warily]

GILBERTO: Let's not forget the sidearm in your waistband.

[Argent sighs and once again slowly reaches for the smaller handgun at his left hip and sets it gently onto the dashboard as well, but Gilberto's expression is still skeptical]

GILBERTO: The blade in your sleeve?

[Argent rolls his eyes and attempts to lie his way out of the situation]

ARGENT: You think I have a knife up my sleeve?

[Gilbert smirks slightly as he continues to stare at him. Argent, knowing he's caught, reluctantly retrieves the switchblade from the inside of his left sleeve and flicks it open]

ARGENT: Do you want to leave me completely defenseless?

[Gilberto rolls his eyes before he retorts]

GILBERTO: You're lucky I'm not handcuffing you to the door.

[Argent sighs and sets the blade onto the dash with the rest of his weapons and looks at him with a questioning look before speaking up in a sarcastic tone]

ARGENT: May I?

[Gilberto nods, and Argent reaches into his left inner jacket pocket and reveals an envelope that is full of cash in large bills, which seems to appall him]

GILBERTO: Are you trying to insult me with a bribe?

ARGENT: [scoffs] It's payment for anyone willing to give information.

GILBERTO: You're going to have to give more than this if you want anyone to talk.

[Gilberto shakes this envelope to emphasize his point]

GILBERTO: And it's not about greed.

[Argent doesn't seem surprised by this response]

ARGENT: Fear?

GILBERTO: Superstition.

[This turn in the conversation piques Argent's interest]

ARGENT: What kind?

GILBERTO: You don't want to know.

[Argent smirks wryly at him]

ARGENT: Capitao, I came here specifically to find out things I don't want to know. Tell me what everyone's so afraid of down here. You might be surprised at how open-minded I can be.