Scene opens on a random sidewalk. We see a professional looking man striding with a briefcase through what seems like a somewhat shady part of town. A confident figure steps in out from an alley and begins to speak.
"Hey, man, you want some... crack?"
"Excuse me?" The professional man replies "I don't have time for this..."
"Whoa, relax, man! It's cool, it's cool. This is good shit, my friend!"
The professional continues to rebuke the dealer's attempts. Eventually the dealer switches to the "First Taste is Free" sell tactic, though the other man still seems uninterested. Though he tries to get passed, the dealer continues to make his pitch. Finally, the professional relents.
"Fine, I'll take the damn drugs if it will get you off my back!"
"You won't regret it!"
And the professional goes along his way. After a few blocks, he stops and looks around. Not seeing the dealer, he ducks into a handy alleyway. He loosens his tie and reaches up to his face. He slowly peels off a mask, to reveal a dirty and disheveled true-face. His body language has also changed, he is now very shaky, and intent on digging the crack out of his pocket. He opens his briefcase to reveal a load of drug paraphernalia.
As he raises the lit crack-pipe to his face, he smiles to himself:
"Works every time."
Fade to black.
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