INT. DENNIS’S OFFICE — DAY
DENNIS is on the phone with BEN.
DENNIS
Look, I know you’re getting your rocks off moving a federal agent around like your personal sock puppet, but that game is over. I’m not your right hand-go jerk your self off.
BEN
Hold on-I have to set the phone down.
DENNIS
It’s that little skinny thing in your shorts. I’ll wait.
BEN
Jesus, what has your panties in a wad?
DENNIS
Let me lay this out for you, you can tell me if I’ve got it right. You have some beef against a dope operation. I don’t know-they’re not paying you enough, they canned you, the boss fucked your girlfriend in the ass and she never let you, who cares. Doesn’t matter. You decide to get even, you want to fuck the man, but you don’t want to hurt your old friends and coworkers. So you give me the grow houses and then phone in a warning. How am I doing?
BEN
Not even close.
DENNIS
Yeah? Then how come every time I pop one of your tips, it’s a neutron bomb? The stuff is there, but all the people are gone.
BEN
I don’t know. Maybe you make a lot of noise going in.
DENNIS
You know what else makes a lot of noise going in? A hollow-point into your brain. Which is what you’re going to get when these people figure out it’s you, which they probably already have. You need protection, which I can’t offer you unless you give me a meet. You need to put these people behind bars. I’m trying to save your life here.
BEN
You’re trying to make cases.
DENNIS
So call it a symbiotic relationship.