This is a scene from a new screenplay “Detective Luz Canon”
INT. Police Chief Faleski’s office — Miami — Day
Police Chief Faleski a gruff, paternal looking man is banging his fist against his desk. Every inch of his 5 foot 6, portly frame is trembling with rage. His rage is directed at the reckless detective in front of him.
DAMMIT LUZ! That was two city blocks, a Honda Civic, 13 innocent bystanders and an entire MACY’S SPRING SALE WINDOW DISPLAY. You’re crazy, you’re dangerous, you’re a loose…cannon.
The camera pans over to Detective Luz Canon who’s standing in front of Faleski’s desk. Detective Luz is a cannon. Specifically, he’s a 36-pound long gun from the age of sail. He doesn’t appreciate Faleskis guff. Faleski wasn’t there. He doesn’t know what happened. Why didn’t Faleski understand that if he hadn’t acted quickly those drug dealers would have escaped? But Luz knows better than to say anything. So he sits there. Silently taking Faleski’s aforementioned guff.
Do you realize I could have you fired for this?
Faleski grabs the detective badge hanging around the neck of Luz’s 2-meter cast iron barrel. He tugs on the badge, pulling Luz’s artillery down to his eye level and staring right into his muzzle. The two cops stand there in silence, waiting to see who will blink first. All we hear is the sound of desk phones ringing outside Faleski’s office and Luz’s ever-burning fuse. But Luz never blinks.
After a few beats Faleski breaks the tension by chuckling to himself.
Look at us. We’re two relics Luz, artifacts from another era.
Faleski walks over to his window that looks out upon the rough streets of downtown Miami.
In my thirty years on the force I’ve seen Miami go from a regional backwater to high-rise haven for “cocaine cowboys”. Hard not to feel out of place in this day and age. Sound familiar Luz?
Faleski looks back at Luz with sympathetic eyes.
I know life hasn’t been the same for you since you were discharged from the navy.
The camera pushes in on Luz as an emotional musical score kicks in. We hear flashbacks from his time in the navy, people screaming, cannons firing and the sound of a bugle.
The camera cuts back to Faleski.
But that doesn’t excuse your actions. You’re a madman!
Faleski, you weren’t there. Luz was only doing his job.
The camera pans over to Detective Parsons, Luz’s partner. Aesthetically Parsons is the polar opposite of Luz. He’s a young, fresh-faced kid straight out of the academy.
Yeah? Well then maybe you boys shouldn’t do your jobs. Not for a while. You’re both suspended, 2 weeks without pay.
We hear a loud bang as Luz’s notoriously short fuse goes off, blasting a cannon ball through Faleski’s wall.
Cut to a wide shot of the gaping hole created by Luz’s explosion. Through the debris we see a bunch of police officers looking up from their desks, phones in hand, lazily observing the blast wreckage. They don’t look surprised, this sort of thing is becoming routine. A couple of them wrinkle their noses at the sour gunpowder smell now in the air. Behind them we see the cannon balls exit wound in the precincts concrete wall. We hear screaming and car alarms going off in the street below. One cop lifts his foot to avoid water spilling out of the destroyed water cooler in the corner.
You get that temper under control Luz! Or I’ll have your badge.
Parsons, sensing the situation might escalate gets up and starts pushing Luz out of the room.
Come on Luz, this aint worth it. Let’s go cool off at O’Malley’s. First rounds on me.
As Parsons the ever-loyal partner pushes Luz out of the precinct Faleski yells after them through the massive opening in his northern wall.
YOU HEAR ME LUZ? I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU DO FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS. TAKE A YOGA CLASS. JOIN A BOOK CLUB. TAKE YOUR GIRL OUT. BUT WHEN YOU GET BACK HERE, BE READY TO DO THINGS BY THE BOOK!
Faleski slams what remains of his office door. The lone hinge holding it in place shakes precariously but stays up. Unfortunately the vibrations are enough to knock down what’s left of his window blinds. We hear another explosion, this one somewhere down the hall, followed by the sound of more screams and car alarms from the street below. Luz is not taking his suspension well.
An older officer, Detective Franklin, a career desk jockey, screams at Luz in frustration.
Dammit Luz! That fish tank was an anniversary gift!
But Parsons and Luz are already storming out of the office. This suspension won’t stop them. They aren’t giving up on their case. They’ll do whatever it takes to bring in the notorious drug kingpin “El Galleon”. We hear the sound of Parsons and Luz’s red Camaro peeling out of the parking lot, followed by the sound of another explosion, this one more defiant than angry. We then hear more screaming and car alarms. Faleski can’t stop them now.