INT. HARVEY'S MOTORS - NIGHT

Jon walks around the gargae as if he owns the place, Craig is sat down, feeling slightly uneasy around him.

Jon: Remind me Craig, who deals the drugs in this part of the country?

Criag: Erm I dunno...you?

Jon: Damn right Craig! The south west is my patch...all the drugs go trough me and my men... and I don't remember hearing your now from my accosiates...

Craig: Yeah about that...

Jon: What you do in your little area is not my buisness, but drugs are my buisness... you're stepping on territory that doesn't concern you...

Craig: Look, Jon I'm sorry about that...

Jon: Now out of respect, between fellow gangsters, I'm prepared to see let this go...but we warned Craig, you try the same stunt on me again and I wont be so tolerant, do you understand?

Craig gives a nervous shake of the head. Jon lights up a cigar.

Jon: Good, I'm glad we got that one sorted... I'll see you around...

Jon leaves the gargage, Craig looks slighlty reliefed, but remains worried.