INTERIOR. MAYOR BLAIR:'S OFFICE. MORNING.
RECEPTIONIST The Reverend Calmus Jones to see you, sir. The Mayor looks up to see an immaculately dressed Rev. Jones enter with hand extended.
JONES: Not an easy time.
MAYOR No. Tell me what you know about John Watters.
JONES: He's a throwback, Steve. A primitive almost. If he had his way he'd take the church back to its, ah, communist days. Pre-Paul. Quite unrealistic.
Jones sits down, leans back, more than an equal.
MAYOR (Fishing) Is he the kind to, ah, go to the wall?
JONES: He's a pain in the ass, Steve. Oh, and by the way, he's clean as a whistle in the vice department, hardly the kind you'd think of possessing drugs. (Beat) Tiger usually has more imagination than that.
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RECEPTIONIST The Reverend Calmus Jones to see you, sir. The Mayor looks up to see an immaculately dressed Rev. Jones enter with hand extended.
JONES: Not an easy time.
MAYOR No. Tell me what you know about John Watters.
JONES: He's a throwback, Steve. A primitive almost. If he had his way he'd take the church back to its, ah, communist days. Pre-Paul. Quite unrealistic.
Jones sits down, leans back, more than an equal.
MAYOR (Fishing) Is he the kind to, ah, go to the wall?
JONES: He's a pain in the ass, Steve. Oh, and by the way, he's clean as a whistle in the vice department, hardly the kind you'd think of possessing drugs. (Beat) Tiger usually has more imagination than that.
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