INT. TREATMENT CENTER DAY ROOM - DAY

 The Demented Woman who talks to cigarettes, strides
 purposefully up to Alex, who is staring out the window and
 writing notes in a personal journal.  Alex sees her coming
 and quickly closes the journal and clicks the cover's lock
 closed.

INT. DICK AND JANE’S PARTY — LATER

The crowd mixes and mingles. Cokes at one table, alcohol
at another. A rich patron has a burning cigarette. There
are no ashtrays, he puts the butt out in his glass. Jane
graciously takes the glass and brings him another.

INT. DICK AND JANE’S ENTRANCE — MOMENTS LATER

JANE
The sign is silly, but thanks.

DICK
What’s with the girl?

JANE
You met her at the treatment
center. Right? She’s going to
be helping me now.

EXT. GOLF COURSE — DAY

Dick and Carl are on the course, drinking more than playing.

DICK
Day 23, who knew 28 would go by so
fast.

INT. TREATMENT FACILITY MAIN ROOM — AFTERNOON

The patients mill about the main room in various states of
mental focus. The room feels dangerous.

Jane speaks, the lead counselor watches. Alex scowls from
the back of the room. Patients look to Alex for clues.

INT. MAIN TREATMENT AREA — MOMENTS LATER

               Jane and the Lead walk to the main treatment area.  A woman
               sits in the corner.  As Jane approaches, the woman’s head
               turns.  It is Alex the server girl.

INT. TREATMENT FACILITY MAIN ROOM — MORNING

               Jane is escorted into the main treatment office, which has
               seen its share of pain and puke.  The desk is a huge barrier
               to protect those behind it.  The chairs are barely above
               prison safe and the wall decorations are a mix of drug and
               alcohol propaganda and daily treatment tools.

               INT. "BABY BARE" STRIP BAR — AFTERNOON

               Dick and Carl walk in.  A neon light, "BABY BARE" glows over
               a worn but cared for bar.  This is not a gentleman’s club.
               Neon lights, smoke, bottles of beer and breasts abound.  

                                   DANCING GIRL

               INT. DICK AND JANE BEDROOM AT HOME — THAT SAME NIGHT

               Jane leads Dick into the bedroom, she’s wearing the same
               clothes she was wearing with the Senator.  She begins to
               undress.

                                   JANE
                         Talk to me while I shower.

INT. SENATOR’S HOME OFFICE — DAY

The office exudes power. The Senator reclines with a scotch.
He hands one to Jane. She moves close.

SENATOR STEWART
When does treatment start?

JANE
Next week. Alan, I wanted to
say…

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INT. COURTROOM — DAY

               Dick and Carl, Jane and Decker, ADA Johnson and the Judge are
               all arranged in the Judge’s office.  The Judge is out of his
               robe.  The Judge surveys the players sternly.

                                   JUDGE
                         Someone got me off the golf course.

INT. SECOND INTERROGATION ROOM — MOMENTS LATER

               Jane sits with Decker across the table.

                                   JANE
                         Alan sent you?

                                   GRIFFIN DECKER
                         The wheels are rolling in the
                         prosecutor’s office, as we speak.

 INT. POLICE STATION INTERROGATION ROOM — NEXT MORNING

               Dick and Jane sit.  The morning Sun shows Jane more widely

               awake and Dick looking resolute, beaten and pissed.

              INT. CAR IN USED CAR LOT — MOMENTS LATER

                                   DICK
                         Stop the car.  Trade me places.

                INT. CAR — RACING THROUGH DOWN TOWN — MOMENTS LATER

                                   JANE
                         Buckle up.

               Dick fearfully fumbles with his seat belt.

               EXT. — CAR RACING DOWN THE STREET — MOMENTS LATER

EXT. OUTSIDE SENATORS DOOR — NIGHT
               Dick is trying to help Jane down the steps.  Jane resists and
               breaks free and pin balls off a topiary and into a tree, gets
               her bearings, brushes off Dick’s help and forces her hand
               into his jacket pocket.  She pulls out the car keys.
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