Officer: Wait right here.

Officer: Ardanowski here. Yeah, I need to run a check on international driver's license number 26-81-6209.

Ofc. Ardanowski: Thank you.

Ofc. Ardanowski: Step away from your vehicle and put your hands over your head.

Jax: What?

Ofc. Ardanowski: Just do as I say, Mr. Jacks, and there won't be any trouble.

Jax: This is ridiculous.

Ofc. Ardanowski: look, I prefer not to pull my weapon, but I will if I have to.

Jax: Hey, whoa, whoa. Hang on a second. What's going on here?

Ofc. Ardanowski: you know what they call this road, Mr. Jacks?

Jax: Highway 111. Yes.

Ofc. Ardanowski: Canadian pipeline. Straight shot across the border. Perfect escape route for an alleged drug smuggler like yourself.

Jax: I am not a drug smuggler.

Ofc. Ardanowski: step over to the squadcar, Mr. Jacks. I'm taking you in.

Jax: What for?

Ofc. Ardanowski: Jumping bail.

Jax: I was out for a ride. Look, if I pushed the speed limit a bit, fine, give me a ticket. That's the only crime I've committed here.

Ofc. Ardanowski: it's my duty to inform you, sir, that resisting arrest will only make matters worse.

Jax: Ok. I understand that you have a job to do.

Ofc. Ardanowski: Mm-hmm.

Jax: Wow. Look at that.

Ofc. Ardanowski: what?

Jax: No, I just -- I just saw a shooter. Ofc. Ardanowski: No?	Jax: Yeah. Ofc. Ardanowski: I missed it.

Jax: You know, where I come from, if you witness a shooting star with another person, you're friends for life. What's your name?

Ofc. Ardanowski: it's Ardanowski.

Jax: No, I meant your first name.

Ofc. Ardanowski: Oh, that, sure. It's "officer," Jasper. Now, get moving.

In the squadcar

Jax: you're driving on the wrong side of the road.

Ofc. Ardanowski: I'm a deputy sheriff, Mr. Jacks. I think I should know. Oh, my god. [car horn honks]

Jax: There's a split in the highway back there. You missed it.

Ofc. Ardanowski: well, that's because I was keeping my eye on you.

Jax: Maybe you should put on your flasher.

Ofc. Ardanowski: this is my vehicle. I'll make the decisions. I'm putting on my flasher.

Radio announcer: Soy futures were up 2 3/4, while pork bellies dropped for the second straight day.

Ofc. Ardanowski: I like to keep up with the market. Flasher. Flasher. Should be right --

Jax: Wild guess, but first day on the job?

Ofc. Ardanowski: third.

Jax: No wonder.

Ofc. Ardanowski: Beg your pardon?

Jax: I said "no wonder." Probably trying to make a good impression on my friend Comm. Scorpio.

Ofc. Ardanowski: nice try, Mr. Jacks.

Jax: You don't believe I know Comm. Scorpio?

Ofc. Ardanowski: It's not uncommon for a criminal to attempt intimidation by mentioning people in high places.

Jax: You're going to make a fine officer one day.

Ofc. Ardanowski: really? What makes you say that?

Jax: Well, you have all the right tools -- Perception, tenacity, acute powers of observation.

Ofc. Ardanowski: I work on that, you know.

Jax: Really? You care to put them to the test?

Ofc. Ardanowski: Yeah, I'm game.

Jax: Ok. Describe exactly what I look like. And no fair looking.

Ofc. Ardanowski: 6'2", 195, blond hair, blue eyes. Funny little cleft in the chin. Athletic build. You probably work out regularly, though you don't carry a lot of bulk.	Jax: By God, I think she passed the audition.

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