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Right of Way 67

INT./EXT. NAPOLITANO'S FORD ESCAPE - MOVING - DAY

Napolitano's eyes dart around, alert, as he drives Celeste through downtown in his hybrid. Celeste is in full-diva mode.

CELESTE
It was a living nightmare. To be ambushed in my own house... I can't even tell you.

She buries her face in her hands.

NAPOLITANO
Sure you can. How many of them were there?
CELESTE
They wore masks. They grabbed me when I walked in the door. I tried to fight, but they were too strong.
NAPOLITANO
You had all night, and that's the best you came up with?

She looks at him, hurt and a little confused.

NAPOLITANO
See, this is why actors need writers.
CELESTE
You don't believe me?
NAPOLITANO
I was at your house, and there was no sign of a fight. In fact, you were drinking a scotch before you walked out of there like it was an evening stroll.

Celeste is stunned. She begins to cry quietly.

NAPOLITANO
But first you went up to the guest house with Rachel and Omar. That's where you called me from.
CELESTE
Stop...!
NAPOLITANO
Then tell me the truth!

His anger scares her. The tears are flowing now.

CELESTE
I didn't want to lie to you. You have to believe me.

 
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