Right of Way 9
AGENT TYPE
Nice talk, Mayor. Home run.
NAPOLITANO
I’m counting on you, Brent.
He keeps moving past the pool to Celeste, who has her hand on the dark, handsome WAITER'S chest.
NAPOLITANO
There you are! Larry’s been worried sick about you.
CELESTE
Bullshit. He’s not even here.
NAPOLITANO
(to the waiter)
Good evening.
WAITER
I better make the rounds.
As he moves off –-
NAPOLITANO
Can’t blame a guy for trying.
CELESTE
Where is my prick husband?
NAPOLITANO
Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.
EXT. CANYON NEIGHBORHOOD – NIGHT
Napolitano walks Celeste, arm in arm, to a Lexus parked in the driveway. A valet approaches, but Napolitano waves him off.
NAPOLITANO
It’s right over here.
As he opens the door for her --
CELESTE
No driver tonight?
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