INT. CAR IN USED CAR LOT — MOMENTS LATER

                                   DICK
                         Stop the car.  Trade me places.

               Jane whips the car into a spot, drops her seat back and turns
               the car off, smiling.  Dick drops his seat back; an instant
               later, blue and red lights flash on the dash.  The car engine
               ticks down.  A spot light scans the lot.

                                   DICK
                         We can’t just hide.

               Jane closes her eyes like she is sleeping.

                                   DICK
                         Damn-it.  Fuck.

               Dick ducks; his eyes frantically search for a solution.  The
               police lights scan the lot like a prison yard.  He opens the
               door a touch and the roof light flashes.  He jerks the door
               closed.  He puts his window down.  He slides out the window.

               EXT. USED CAR LOT — CONTINUOUS

               Dick sneaks around the back of the car and jerks open the
               driver’s side door.  The police lights close in, as Dick
               grabs Jane’s limp body from the seat.  Dick drags Jane behind
               the car; Jane is barely drunkenly awake.  Dick’s feet slip in
               the dirt behind the car and Jane flops face first on the
               trunk of the car.  Dick steps up behind her and grabs Jane
               around the waist.  Jane wakes and presses her ass into Dick.

                                   JANE
                         You know I like it rough.

               Dick freezes for a second, as Jane grinds aggressively.

                                   DICK
                         Son-of-a-bitch.

               The instant he says bitch, a cop’s flood light blazes into
               his eyes.  Dick freezes.

               COP (FROM BEHIND SPOT LIGHT)

               Show me your hands!

               Dick tries to free his hands, but Jane’s body nearly falls to
               the ground.  He grabs back on.

                                   COP
                         Show me your hands!

                                   DICK
                         She’s my wife; she’ll fall.

               The COP steps forward, drawing his gun and blocking a bit of
               light; red and blue lights take the place of the spot.

                                   COP
                         On the ground, BOTH of you.

                                   DICK
                         She’s drunk.

                                   COP
                         On the ground!

               More cops flood the lot with guns drawn.  The sound of a
               shell being chambered in a shot gun intrudes from the side.

                                   OTHER COP
                         HANDS UP!

               Uncounted cops come from every direction racing at Dick.
               Dick drops Jane and thrusts his hands up like an idiot.

               An angry cop snags Dick and tosses him to the ground roughly.

               Dick reaches for Jane one last time, but his hand is grabbed
               and twisted behind his back.  Another cop roughly flips
               Jane’s drunk body, forcing his knee in her back and cuffing
               her.

                                   DICK
                         I was driving.  I was driving.

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