Notorious Page #3

DEVLIN:

Wait a minute. Let me put this on you. You

might catch cold.

Devlin takes a large handkerchief from his pocket and ties it around her baremidriff before he escorts her off the porch.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. WINDING ROAD - NIGHT

Alicia's speeding CONVERTIBLE weaves badly down an empty, winding road,

lined with palm trees, just a little before dawn. Devlin, in the passengerseat, lights a cigarette, seemingly unconcerned with the grinning inebriateat the wheel.

ALICIA:

How'm I doing?

DEVLIN:

Not bad.

ALICIA:

Scared?

DEVLIN:

No.

ALICIA:

Oh, no, you're not scared of anything, are

you?

DEVLIN:

Not too much.

But he does make ready to grab the handbrake as her wind-blown hair obscuresher vision.

ALICIA:

This fog gets me.

DEVLIN:

That's your hair in your eyes.

ALICIA:

(brushing it back):

Oh... What does the speedometer say?

DEVLIN:

Sixty-five.

Devlin smiles at her.

ALICIA:

I want to make it eighty and wipe that grin

off your face. I don't like gentlemen who

grin at me.

As the car picks up speed and its weaving gets worse, Devlin readies his handto grab the steering wheel. At the sound of a POLICE SIREN, Devlin turns tosee a motorcycle cop pursuing them.

DEVLIN:

A cop.

ALICIA:

What?

DEVLIN:

A policeman is chasing us.

(adjusts the rearview mirror)

Look.

ALICIA:

They make me sick.

The cop pulls alongside them.

DEVLIN:

(to Alicia)

He wants to talk to you.

Alicia slows down and pulls over to the side of the road.

ALICIA:

Drunken driving. My second offense. Now I go

to jail. Whole family in jail. Who cares?

Both vehicles stop. The cop dismounts and slowly approaches the car.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

(to Alicia)

Havin' a time for yourself, aren't you?

ALICIA:

(to the cop)

People like you ought to be in bed.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

(to Devlin)

Drunk, huh?

DEVLIN:

Just a minute, officer.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

No arguments, mister. Y'ain't got a leg to

stand on.

Devlin pulls some identification from his jacket pocket and hands it acrossto the cop. Alicia barely registers this. The cop looks at the I.D. andthen at Devlin. The cop returns the I.D. to Devlin.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

Sorry, but you didn't speak up.

DEVLIN:

That's all right.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

Sure you can handle it?

DEVLIN:

No trouble.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

Well, you ought to know.

A dazed Alicia looks up in time to see the cop smartly salute Devlin andwalk off.

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