Open:
Officer is walking up to situation. Two women are bickering at each other in front of a run down trailer. A man with no shirt on is sitting on the curb, holding his bloody mouth.

Officer: What seems to be the problem.

Mitchell: Well, she’s my wife and she’s my sister. Wait … that one’s my wife and that one’s my sister. Yeah …

Both ladies can be heard bickering in the background.

Officer: Sir, what happened here? Why are you bleeding?

Mitchell: Well one of them hit me in the face.

Officer: Which one?

Mitchell: Shit, I don’t know. Does it matter? They’re both bitches.

Officer: Did she knock out some teeth?

Mitchell: No. Them was already gone.

Officer: Miss? Excuse me, miss. Could you come over here and explain to me what’s going on?

Lydia: She’s comin’ over here, and she’s telling me that he told her to tell me move out. I work at the Burger King thirty-five hours a week and I pay the rent!

Nora (in background): You don’t do nothing! You don’t do nothing! Uh uh! Uh uh!

Officer: Ma’am, could you please calm down? I’ll talk to you in a second.

Lydia: He’s a dog! That man’s a dog. He cheated on me.

Officer: So you’re his wife?

Lydia: Um … no.

Officer: This is ridiculous. Ma’am, can you clear some of this up?

Nora: I’ve got five kids with this piece of shit. Okay? He tells me the other day that he cheated on me with this bitch. Okay? I’m like nuh-uh! Nuh-uh! So I hit him in the face with a bottle.

Mitchell (Stumbling over): Just take me to jail, Officer. Officer. Officer! Just take me to jail, Officer. I just want to get the Hell out of here.

Officer (disgusted by the situation): Alright. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to let you all off with a warning. Just … stop hitting each other. Take the dispute inside. Maybe … you should all just spend some time apart, blow off some steam. I don’t want to have to come back here.

Mitchell: Officer …

Officer: I mean it. I don’t want to have to ever come back.

Cut to:
Shot of Officer in car, leaving the scene.

Officer: You know, there’s really not much you can do in a domestic like that. They’re crazy. They’re bickering. You’ve just got to let it play out. You know? Chalk it up to street justice.

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