Notorious Page #4

ALICIA:

(to Devlin)

Where's the ticket?

The cop REVS his engine and rides away.

ALICIA:

He didn't give me a ticket. What-what's

your name?

DEVLIN:

Devlin.

ALICIA:

When you showed that cop something, he saluted

you.

DEVLIN:

Did he?

ALICIA:

I saw him. Why, you double-crossing buzzard!

You're a cop!

DEVLIN:

(reaches for the steering wheel)

All right, we'll argue later.

Alicia slaps his hand away.

ALICIA:

Get away from my car. Get out of my car.

DEVLIN:

I'm gonna take you home.

ALICIA:

You're not going to take me home at all. Oooh.

DEVLIN:

Move over. Come on.

Alicia resists Devlin's attempt to get into the driver's seat, so he deliversa wicked slap to her arm. She puts up quite a struggle.

ALICIA:

Ow! Get out of my car, Federal Cop! Crashing

my party just like that buzzard with the

glasses! Leave me alone! You're trailing me

to get something on me! Get out!

She stops struggling for a moment.

DEVLIN:

Gonna calm down? Good, now, move over. Oh...

But a moment later, she starts thrashing him again.

ALICIA:

I'm not going to l--

Finally, he forces her into the passenger seat, knocking her unconscious inthe process. He takes the wheel and glances down at her.

DEVLIN:

(relieved)

Whew!

Devlin starts the car.

FADE OUT:

INT. ALICIA'S BUNGALOW - DAY

FADE IN on ALICIA'S BEDROOM, a little before 9 a.m. that morning. She's inbed, slowly regaining consciousness. A glass of what looks like a nastyhangover remedy rests on a chair beside her.

DEVLIN:

You'd better drink that.

From her bed, a clearly hungover Alicia sees Devlin's silhouette leaning inthe doorway to her bedroom.

ALICIA:

All right. [mumbles]

DEVLIN:

Go on, drink it.

Alicia takes a swallow.

ALICIA:

Ohh...

DEVLIN:

Finish it.

She takes another swallow. Still groggy, she watches Devlin approach andstand over her.

DEVLIN:

Feel better?

ALICIA:

What do you care how I feel? You -- you copper.

A train whistle BLOWS somewhere far off.

ALICIA:

What's this all about, huh? What's your angle?

DEVLIN:

What angle?

ALICIA:

About last night.

DEVLIN:

Just wanted to be friends.

ALICIA:

Friends, yeah? So you could frame me, hm?

DEVLIN:

No, I've got a job for you.

ALICIA:

Don't tell me, there's only -- ooh. There'sonly one job that you coppers would want mefor. Well, you can forget it, Mister...

DEVLIN:

Devlin.

ALICIA:

What?

DEVLIN:

Devlin.

ALICIA:

I am no stool pigeon, Mister Devlin.

DEVLIN:

My department authorized me to engage you to dosome work for us, it's a job in Brazil.

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