INT. NEW BLACK BMW — NIGHT

               Jane’s head lulls back and she closes her eyes.  Dick
               tentatively reaches for the keys.  Closer…closer until his
               crushed fingers touch the key.  Jane snaps awake.

                                   JANE
                         Not likely, Dickie; it’s my car.

                                   DICK
                         You’re drunk; let me drive.

                                   JANE
                         Piss off.

                                   DICK
                         That — AGAIN?

                                   JANE
                         OK, piss off, BITCH!

                                   DICK
                         Do you want to be arrested?

                                   JANE
                         Are you trying to save me from
                         myself?

                                   DICK
                         Honey, let me drive.

               Jane forces the keys in and fires the engine.  Jane shudders,
               then slams the car into gear and launches into the night.
               The acceleration throws Dick back into his seat.
 

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