Israel and Palestine

AT RISE:

A precinct in the Big City! Specifically, the office of DETECTIVE JOHN PALESTINE. He’s a grizzled badass on the verge of retirement. Don’t believe me? Check it out for yourself as this macho man’s intercom buzzes.

PALESTINE:
(pounding a button on the intercom)
What is it, sweetheart? I’m a grizzled badass with just two days til I retire and I’m not in the mood for any guff!

INTERCOM:
It’s your new partner, Detective Palestine!

PALESTINE:
Partner? I hate partners! Send him away. FOREVER!

The door busts open and in saunters PHIL ISRAEL. Streetwise and cool, but still a little green around the ears.

ISRAEL:
What’s up, pops? I’m Phil Israel. You supposed to be my partner or something!

PALESTINE:
Pops! I hate slick slicksters who think they’re so slick! You maybe be streetwise kid, but you’re green around the gills, and it’s gonna get you killed! On my watch!

ISRAEL:
I will never believe that to be true! You’re just senile, and out of touch!

PALESTINE:
Grrr!

SUDDENLY! An assassin jumps in through the window!

ASSASSIN:
I hate cops!

He pulls a gun! Israel ducks as Palestine kicks the assassin in the head knocking him down in one shot!

PALESTINE:
Looks like you could learn a thing or two, rookie.

ISRAEL:
Watch out!

The assassin gets back up and fires a shot at Palestine, as Israel jumps in the way and takes a slug in the shoulder! Ouch!

PALESTINE:
Or maybe I have a few things I could learn from you.

ISRAEL:
Maybe we both have learning to do.

PALESTINE:
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from all this, it’s that there’s always more learning to learn.

ISRAEL:
Can I call you dad?

PALESTINE:
Sure thing…kid.

BLACKOUT. END PLAY.