SCENE 9
Speeding sting.
6:45 pm.
Dep. Johnson is sitting in her car waiting for speeders.
"You know, I've got nothing against killing animals. I mean for food, or for sport, or shelter, or whatever… but what Garcia did was just… sometimes I wonder. I reallllly wonder… like, if I was stuck, in a burning house, would he shoot me? I always wondered that. I guess now I know." Long pause. "Here we go."
She turns on her siren and pulls over a silver Honda. She gets out of the
car and walks over to the the door.
Johnson: "Good afternoon, sir, do you know why I pulled you over?"
Driver: "Look, I don't have any crack, okay?"
Clemmy steps back a bit and holds her tablet down, looking at him.
Johnson: "I pulled ya over 'cause you were speeding, sir."
Driver: "No speed either, all right?"
Clemmy stares at him silent for a while.
Johnson: "Sir, do you have any idea how fast you were goin?"
Driver: "Why do you people always insist I'm on heroin? I'm not on any drugs, I don't
have any drugs, do I look like a drug, guy, to you? NO, no, no drugs! I'm not on
drugs, okay?"
Clemmy holds her hands to her sides and steps back, looking at him with attitude.
Johnson: "Sir, step out of the car, please."
Driver gets out.
Johnson: "Hands on top of the car, please."
Clemmy starts to search him.
Driver: "I thought you were going to give me a speeding ticket, not falsely accuse me of
being some, crazed, junkie."
Johnson: "You're just making it worse, sir, so be quiet about that stuff."
Driver: "There is no snuff!!!"
Clemmy stares at him.
Johnson: "Snuff's not even illegal. Sir… can you give me one good reason why I s shouldn't just shoot you right now?"
The driver just stares at her in a long pause.
"Get back in the car sir, and stay there a minute while I write up your SPEE DING TICK ET!"
Clemmy walks back to the car and looks at the camera, shaking her head.
"Some people…"
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