Scene 6

The scene opens with PSYMON still standing on the rooftop, peering through his binoculars. He is becoming frantic as he watches what is going on below.

PSYMON: Oh, shit! No, no, no, noooooo! Wrong guy, ya dumbass! Aw, shit… and what're they all doin' down there?

He throws the binoculars down and runs for the escape ladder.

The screen flashes back down to the street below, focusing on GRIFF, who is stupidly staring straight at the car's headlights as the vehicle draws nearer and nearer to him.

GRIFF: Ahhh!

ZOE: Out of the way, ya moron! (She shoves GRIFF violently down to the curb.)

DRIVER: (He abruptly slams on his breaks, coming to a screeching stop just inches away from ZOE, who stares through the windshield with a steely, fearless gaze.) I'd say that qualifies as a good scare! Now, I'd better get the hell out of here before there's trouble... (He puts the car in reverse.)

GRIFF: (He is lying on the sidewalk where ZOE pushed him down, blood oozing from a deep cut on his forehead.) Oww…

ZOE: (to DRIVER) HEY, YOU! Get the fuck out of that car so I can beat your ass!

DRIVER: (He puts his foot down hard on the gas, and the car reverses quickly, leaving ZOE in its dust.)

ZOE: Oh no you don't, you little bastard! (She takes both of her boarding boots off and throws them as hard as she can at the retreating car.)

The driver swerves, trying to miss them, and a CRASH ensues as one of the car's back bumpers collides with a light post.

DRIVER: (He slaps his hand hard on the steering wheel.) Son of a bitch.

ZOE: I'm not gonna say it again, asshole: GET. OUT.

DRIVER: (He puts the car in drive and begins speeding away, but is forced to stop again when he realizes that there are two police cars just ahead, blocking the road.) The fuck? Those weren't there before...

(enter NATE)

NATE: Stand down, Zoe! (He holds up a hand to ZOE, who is still seething near the sidewalk, looking like she is ready to kill someone.) All right, sir, out of the car! (He points a gun at the taxi.)

ALL: (shocked) Nate?

NATE: That's right. I'm with the MCPD, and you, sir, are under arrest. (He approaches the car, showing the driver a police badge through the window.)

DRIVER: (He sighs in defeat, holding both of his hands in the air.) All right, all right, I'm getting out. Jesus... (He opens the door and steps out of the car, allowing NATE to handcuff him.)

NATE: (He turns to the others.) You're all okay, I'm assuming?

GRIFF: (He holds a hand up in the air, still lying on the sidewalk.) I'm okay…

ALLEGRA: Yeah, we're all fine, but-

ZOE: Aw hell no, we are NOT all fine! This fucker (She jabs a finger in the direction of the driver.) almost killed Griff and me. More importantly, though, he almost killed me! And you, Officer Nate Logan, cannot deny me the right to beat the living shit out of-

NATE: Actually, yes, I can. (He flips his badge back out for her to see.) As I just said, I'm a detective for the MCPD-

ZOE: Yeah, uh huh, sure. Whatever. We all know that's a lie. I don't know where you got that phony baloney badge, but-

NATE: Zoe, it's not a phony baloney badge. I'm an apprentice detective for the MCPD. I've been with the force for several months now. I've been in training for a while, and when a case involving my fellow SSX competitors arose...well, how could I pass up the opportunity to take it on?

ALLEGRA: Case? What case?

NATE: Elise will explain when she gets here. Right now, though, I've gotta take this guy down to the station. You guys take care of yourselves. (He walks off down the street, where another officer is waiting for him in one of the parked police cars, all the while reading the handcuffed driver his Miranda Rights.)

VIGGO: Elise is involved too? Man, this shit is nuts.

MAC: Yeah, no joke, dawg, this beats a night on the slopes by a long shot.

VIGGO: (muttering) Did I say I was talking to you? Did I give any indication-

ALLEGRA: Hey. (She nods at an approaching white car.) Isn't that Elise's car right there?

ZOE: (eye roll) It's white and skanky looking, so yeah, probably.

VIGGO: How can a car look skanky?

ZOE: Oh, it can. Trust me.

GRIFF: (still on the ground) Uggh. I'm okay...

ELISE: (She steps out of her car, nodding at the others.) Could I interest any of you in a ride? I can take four.

ALLEGRA: (She turns to VIGGO, who nods.) Yeah. Me and Viggo'll come. That is, as long as you promise to explain what the hell just happened.

ELISE: No problem. Anybody else?

GRIFF: I'm okay...

ALLEGRA: We'd better take Griff with us and get him checked for a concussion.

ZOE: (snorts) Aw, that little wuss doesn't have a concussion.

GRIFF: I'm okay…

ZOE: Well…all right, maybe he does. But that concussion saved his life, thank you very much, so don't even think about blaming me.

ALLEGRA: No one's blaming you, Zoe. You very well might have saved his life tonight. We all saw it.

GRIFF: Yeah. Th-thanks, Zoe…

ELISE: Anybody else want a ride? I can take one more.

MAC: (shrugs) I guess I'll come. I wanna know what's goin' on, too.

ALL: (look to Zoe)

ZOE: What're you all looking at me for? I don't want to ride with this skank! You all just go ahead and have a great time. Besides, doesn't look like there's any room for me anyway.

ELISE: (snorts) Oh very mature, Zoe.

ALLEGRA: You know, Zoe, we could probably all cram into the backseat. None of us are fat, so it wouldn't be all that difficult.

VIGGO: None of us are fat? (He looks in MAC'S direction.) What the hell are you talking about?

ZOE: Hey, I said no, all right? Leave it at that. I've got shit to do tonight, anyway.

ALLEGRA: Well... okay, then. I guess we'll see you later, Zo.

ZOE: (waving lazily) Yeah, sure, whatever.

ELISE: (She glares icily at ZOE'S back for a moment, then turns to the others.) All right, everybody in. Let's get this kid to the ER.

ALLEGRA: Yeah. (She grabs one of Griff's arms) Viggo, help me get him up, would you?