46 INT. PACIFIC DINING CAR - BACK ROOM - DAY 46

Leather booths and big, padded chairs. It's empty. Save for a corner table. Three scary 40ish bruisers in immaculate suits, DOUG, STAN, and LOU, share a top-notch cabernet.

Doug and Stan see Alonzo, react like they've seen a ghost. Lou turns, sees Alonzo. And quickly stands. It's tense. Like there could be a gunfight. Jake's hand creeps to his gun. Alonzo and Lou converge, trading serious questions and answers with their eyes. Jake watches Stan and Doug. They watch him. Alonzo and Lou grab hands grimly.

CUT TO:

LOU
(softly)
I don't know why I'm meeting you. I don't talk to dead men.

ALONZO
(smiles, winks)
Ain't dead yet, you prick.

They shake vigorously, smile big. Everyone relaxes.

LOU
Who the hell is Ricky Rookie?

Alonzo grabs Jake's shoulder, pulls him into the huddle. Jake notes none wear shoes.

ALONZO
This is Jake Hoyt, first day in my
squad.