<The Sheriff and Jackson are in the car... the Sheriff driving>Bro Deal said:Meanwhile back at the sheriff's office, Tom opens the weapons locker. The door to the office swings open and in walks deputy Jackson, a lanky black man who handles the county's minor cases. He notices what Tom is doing and asks, "What's up, Brick?"
"Help me out, Jack. Grab everything that kills." The sheriff then fills Jackson in on what he knows as the two of them load ammunition into their guns.
"We have to get out the the McAussie farm," the sheriff tells his deputy. "Lorena is out there helping old man McAussie patch up his fences."
"I gotta be honest here, Tom, " the Jackson says. "I'm am leery of going out there. These situations often work out for you white folks, but it always seems like the one black man is the first one to get it."
"Be positive, Jack. With the fitness and healthy eating sweeping the country, it's us white meat mofos who should be worried."
"Tell that to the emus," Jackson retorts.
They finish collecting their weapons. The sheriff tells his deputy, "It's time to cowboy up. Let's go." They leave the building, fill the back seat of the sheriff's partol car with extra guns and ammo, then head out to McAussie's farm.
Jackson: So Brick... you know what the funniest thing about Canada is?"
Sheriff: What?
Jackson: It's the little differences. I mean they got the same **** over there that they got here, but it's just, just there it's a little different.
Sheriff: Example
Jackson: Well they stick gravy on their french fries. Except they don't call it "gravy on my fries". It's metric there. They call it "poutine" <pronounced pooh-tin>. But in Montreal...you gotta make sure you don't say it like "pooh-tain" when you ask for it. Cause in french... that means prostitute.
Sheriff: Thanks for that Jack. I'll have to remember that its "pooh-tain" so I don't end up with gravy soaked fries.
Jackson: Why is Lorena helping McAussie with his fence...isn't that dangerous?
Sheriff: I told her to do it. It's part of my plan. Lorena doesn't know it... but I rubbed her jacket with the scent of the dead emus and the decapitated head of the dog. I'm using her as a decoy.
Jackson: Isn't that a bit rough on Lorena?... She's really nice.
Sheriff: I thought you'd be happy Jack. I mean you're black, black Jack <the Sheriff laughs>, have hardly any character development in this story, and you're making your first appearance as we hightail it towards the scary flesh-eating beasts. I thought you'd be pleased that Lorena was the one reeking of emu and dog carcass.
Jackson: That Blackjack joke was a little offensive, Brick. And by the way, that's not what your wife calls me.
<The sheriff's mobile phone rings>
Sheriff: <answering the phone> Aha... look don't worry dear... she's probably just stayed the night with one of her friends. <pause> I love you too.
Jackson: Who was that?
Sheriff: That was my wife... She's just worried that our daughter hasn't come home yet.
Jackson: Emily?
Sheriff: No... Jessica