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>[CHIEF’S OFFICE – MOMENTS LATER]
>[The chief’s desk phone rings. He picks it up, and the moment he hears the voice on the other end, his face pales.]
>[It's Moishe Ginsberg, a 'community organizer', played by Jonah Hill]
>CHIEF: (nervous) M-Moishe? I-I didn’t expect your call.
>MOISHE: (loud, with a thick Yiddish accent) Chief, what in the name of God’s green earth is going on with your detectives? First they’re terrorizing the black community, and now they’re burning down their buildings like they’re the Gestapo?
>[The chief winces, sweating as Moishe’s voice rises.]
>MOISHE: You know who I am, right? I run this town’s heart, and I ain’t happy when my people get treated like garbage!
>[The chief gulps, looking around nervously, as if afraid someone might hear him.]
>CHIEF: (whispering) Look, Moishe, I-I know how it looks, but Cosh is just doing his job. These were dangerous criminals, they were running a massive drug—
>MOISHE: (cutting him off) Don’t you dare tell me about how it looks! I saw the news, you goyische kop! My rabbis are calling me, asking why your officers are acting like a lynch mob! You think my cousin, the DA, is gonna let this slide?
>[The chief sweats profusely, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.]
>CHIEF: I’ll handle it, I swear. Cosh is on desk duty as we speak. He’s not going to cause any more trouble.
>MOISHE: (skeptical) You better, or I’m taking this straight to my brother-in-law, the mayor. And you know what happens then.
>[The line goes dead. The chief slumps in his chair, a panicked expression on his face. His hands shake as he grabs for the half-empty bottle of Pepto Bismol on his desk, loosening the cap, and chugging down the remainder]
>[CHIEF’S OFFICE – MOMENTS LATER]
>[The chief’s desk phone rings. He picks it up, and the moment he hears the voice on the other end, his face pales.]
>[It's Moishe Ginsberg, a 'community organizer', played by Jonah Hill]
>CHIEF: (nervous) M-Moishe? I-I didn’t expect your call.
>MOISHE: (loud, with a thick Yiddish accent) Chief, what in the name of God’s green earth is going on with your detectives? First they’re terrorizing the black community, and now they’re burning down their buildings like they’re the Gestapo?
>[The chief winces, sweating as Moishe’s voice rises.]
>MOISHE: You know who I am, right? I run this town’s heart, and I ain’t happy when my people get treated like garbage!
>[The chief gulps, looking around nervously, as if afraid someone might hear him.]
>CHIEF: (whispering) Look, Moishe, I-I know how it looks, but Cosh is just doing his job. These were dangerous criminals, they were running a massive drug—
>MOISHE: (cutting him off) Don’t you dare tell me about how it looks! I saw the news, you goyische kop! My rabbis are calling me, asking why your officers are acting like a lynch mob! You think my cousin, the DA, is gonna let this slide?
>[The chief sweats profusely, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.]
>CHIEF: I’ll handle it, I swear. Cosh is on desk duty as we speak. He’s not going to cause any more trouble.
>MOISHE: (skeptical) You better, or I’m taking this straight to my brother-in-law, the mayor. And you know what happens then.
>[The line goes dead. The chief slumps in his chair, a panicked expression on his face. His hands shake as he grabs for the half-empty bottle of Pepto Bismol on his desk, loosening the cap, and chugging down the remainder]
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