She's not asking for much.
By Sarah Schneider
EXT. MIDWEST HIGHWAY - DAY A SEDAN pulls over, followed closely by a COP CAR with it's lights flashing and siren blaring. A MENACING GUITAR LICK plays. CU on the POLICE OFFICER'S hip from behind as she slams her car door and adjusts her gun. Camera walks with the officer as she approaches the sedan, traveling up her side to reveal from over her shoulder the DRIVER, JIM, mid-40s. ALIA (O.S.) License and registration, please. JIM What's the problem, Officer? Reveal ALIA, a police officer, in full uniform. She's beautiful but unsmiling. ALIA The problem, sir, is that you were speeding. JIM No I wasn't. ALIA I clocked you going 80 in a 65. JIM That's impossible. My cruise control was set for 70. There's no way. Alia realizes she has a tough customer; it's time to try a new approach. Coyly and cute: ALIA Are you sure you weren't speeding? JIM (confused) What? ALIA 'Cause I was paying super close attention and it really looked like you were speeding. JIM Well, I wasn't. Maybe you confused me with another car. Alia bursts into laughter. ALIA That's funny. You're funny! Off Jim's awkward look: ALIA The thing is- (she looks at his license) -Jim. She leans forward, showing off the goods. ALIA (CONT'D) I'm just one itty bitty speeding ticket away from making quota this month. And I was really hoping I could give you that ticket. JIM Sorry Officer, I just can't help you. ALIA (disappointed) It's okay. I understand. Time for another approach: Alia turns away from Jim and starts lightly crying. After a few sniffs: JIM Are...are you crying? ALIA (now sobbing) I'm sorry, it's just -- if I don't make quota this month -- my boss is going to take my car away. JIM Oh...that's terrible. ALIA And I might even -- get fired! JIM (cracking) Well Jesus, I don't want to make you lose your job. ALIA It's okay, there's nothing you can do. Sorry for wasting your time. She begins walking away. Jim reluctantly calls her back. JIM Hold on, hold on. (beat) What if I was speeding? ALIA (through tears) But your cruise control was on. JIM Well...sometimes cruise control doesn't work. ALIA Really? You would do that? For me? JIM I suppose I could have been going 75? Alia sniffles. JIM 85? Alia breaks into a hint of a smile. JIM 95 miles per hour? ALIA (flirting sweetly) And your left tail light was out? JIM I just bought new tail lights last month. Alia sticks out her bottom lip. JIM (CONT'D) I guess they were defective. ALIA And you scraped a school bus on Route 31? JIM I'm going to stop you there. ALIA Oh Jim, thank you so much. I will never give you a ticket again, I promise. JIM (finally smiling a little) You're welcome. Maybe I could take you to dinner some- Alia, ABRUPTLY back to being stone-faced, loudly rips the ticket off her clipboard and hands it to Jim. ALIA I don't think so. That'll be 485 dollars. Have a nice day. She walks back to her car, breaking his tail light with her nightstick on the way. END.