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.
License and registration, please.
What's the problem, Officer?
Reveal ALIA, a police officer, in full uniform. She's
beautiful but unsmiling.
The problem, sir, is that you were
No I wasn't.
I clocked you going 80 in a 65.
That's impossible. My cruise
control was set for 70. There's no
Alia realizes she has a tough customer; it's time to try a
new approach. Coyly and cute:
Are you sure you weren't speeding?
'Cause I was paying super close
attention and it really looked like
you were speeding.
Well, I wasn't. Maybe you confused
me with another car.
Alia bursts into laughter.
That's funny. You're funny!
Off Jim's awkward look:
The thing is-
(she looks at his license)
She leans forward, showing off the goods.
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.
Sorry Officer, I just can't help
It's okay. I understand.
Time for another approach: Alia turns away from Jim and
starts lightly crying. After a few sniffs:
Are...are you crying?
I'm sorry, it's just -- if I don't
make quota this month -- my boss is
going to take my car away.
And I might even -- get fired!
Well Jesus, I don't want to make
you lose your job.
It's okay, there's nothing you can
do. Sorry for wasting your time.
She begins walking away. Jim reluctantly calls her back.
Hold on, hold on.
What if I was speeding?
But your cruise control was on.
Well...sometimes cruise control
Really? You would do that? For me?
I suppose I could have been going
Alia breaks into a hint of a smile.
95 miles per hour?
And your left tail light was out?
I just bought new tail lights last
Alia sticks out her bottom lip.
I guess they were defective.
And you scraped a school bus on
I'm going to stop you there.
Oh Jim, thank you so much. I will
never give you a ticket again, I
(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.
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.