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The Best Revenge
by Kim E. Campbell (tinkercamp@hughes.net)

Rated: R   Genre: Drama   User Review:
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This is a true story. It is also a court case that the Supreme Court of the State of AZ has passed on hearing. I have a great deal of court recordings at my lawyer's office. This is in no way complete, but I am not sure how to progress. Any advice would be greatly appreciated!


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FADE IN:

INT. INTRO - DAY
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (voice over)
I suppose I should have
remembered: NO GOOD DEED EVER
GOES UNPUNISHED! There are really
good cops out there; the bad thing
is all the cops dress alike, so
you can't tell the good ones from
the bad ones. The shame of it is,
knowing everything that went on, I
would still lend Pat the truck.
This is my story, all of it is
true, including the secondary
violence perpetrated by the Pima
County Sheriff's Office in an
attempt to intimidate me or
possibly eliminate me completely.
                                                            
 
EXT. SIDE OF I-10 - NIGHT
                                                            
Scene of many police cars behind and beside the interstate
ramp at I-10 and Prince Road outside of Tucson, AZ. A 1967
El Camino is parked on the shoulder. There is one
occupant(Tinker) She is about 6 ft tall and has
shoulderlength dark blonde hair. Tinker has just pulled over
after being stopped by a PIMA County Sheriff car. More
police cars from several jurisdictions immediately joined.
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (Over PA system
       from police car.)
PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE
THEM! DO NOT MOVE.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (to herself)
What in the hell is going on?
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (over PA system)
KEEP YOUR HANDS UP, EXIT THE
VEHICLE. KEEP FACING FORWARD.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (to herself, still
       inside the El
       Camino)
            (MORE)

2.

                       TINKER (cont'd)
They have to have the wrong
person.
                                                            
With her hands raised, using her left hand to open the
driver's side door of the El Camino Tinker exits the vehicle
and stands with her hands raised. There are at minimum 7
guns trained on her at this time. Tinker begins to walk
slowly backward as ordered down the side of the interstate
with cars rushing by her at normal speeds.
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (on PA System)
DO NOT TURN AROUND! WALK
BACKWARDS TOWARD MY VOICE. DO NOT
TURN AROUND.
                                                            
                                         INSIDE BERNDT'S
POLICE CAR
                                                            
                       PAT
      (In the back of
       the police car,
       in the "cage")
WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO HER?? YOU
SAID YOU JUST WANTED TO CHECK MY
STORY!! LET ME OUT OF HERE!
                                                            
                       BERNDT
      (Sitting behind
       the wheel of the
       police car)
They are just proceeding according
to rules.
                                                            
                       PAT
      (from inside the
       cage still)
YOU TOLD THEM SHE DIDN'T DO
ANYTHING! SHE TRIED TO HELP ME!
                                                            
                                         BACK AT THE SIDE OF
THE ROAD
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (on PA System)
WALK TO YOUR RIGHT. DO NOT TURN
AROUND. STOP NOW AND DROP TO YOUR
KNEES!
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (THIS TIME LOUD
       ENOUGH TO BE
       HEARD)
            (MORE)

3.

                       TINKER (cont'd)
I CAN'T! I'M WEARING SCRUBS! THIS
IS GRAVEL!
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (On PA System)
THERE IS A DPS OFFICER WITH A GUN
AIMED AT YOUR HEAD. IF YOU DO NOT
DO AS I SAY...
                                                            
Tinker suddenly drops to her hands and knees and sits down
raising her hands over her head.
                                                            
Yellin' Mellon orders Byron to "CUFF HER" Byron moves to
behind Tinker and retrieves his cuffs from the back of his
belt.
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (directly to Byron)
CUFF HER NOW
                                                            
                       BYRON
      (LOOKING UP AT
       MELLON)
BUT...
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (DIRECTLY TO
       BYRON, VOICE
       RAISED HIGHER)
CUFF HER NOW!!
                                                            
Byron reaches up and takes Tinker's right hand and brings it
down behind her back. He then reaches up, grabbing Tinker's
left hand on the heel of the palm and pulls it down in a
twisting motion. A loud gristley POP is heard and Tinker
begins to scream loudly.
                                                            
                                         INSIDE BERNDT'S
POLICE CAR
                                                            
                       PAT
      (Pounding on the
       cage in the back
       of the squad car)
STOP THEM, THEY'RE HURTING HER!
THEY'RE HURTING HER, CAN'T YOU
HEAR HER SCREAMING?
                                                            
                       BERNDT
      (NOT MOVING FROM
       BEHIND THE WHEEL)
They know what they are doing.
                                                            

4.

                                         BACK TO TINKER
SEATED ON THE
GROUND, WITH MELLON
IN FRONT OF HER;
SIDE ARM DRAWN AND
POINTED AT HER
FOREHEAD
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (to Tinker; with
       gun to her
       forehead)
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (Sobbing and
       crying loudly)
OWWW...MY WRIST-MY WRIST...LET ME
GO..
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (SOBBING FACE
       DISTORTED IN PAIN)
PLEASE LET ME GO, PLEASE ITS
HURTING...
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (LOUDER WITH
       SIDEARM STILL
       POINTED AT
       TINKER'S FOREHEAD)
I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP. SHUT UP!!
                                                            
                       BYRON
      (Still in a
       crouched position
       behind Tinker's
       back)
Sargeant-Can I release the cuffs?
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (Speaking down to
       Byron)
NO, SHE'S FAKING IT. SHE ISN'T IN
ANY PAIN.
                                                            
Tinker is still crying loudly and trying to hold her left
arm so that there is no stress on it.
                                                            
                       BYRON
      (To Mellon)
Let me cuff her in front.
                                                            

5.

                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (To Byron)
NO! I TELL YOU, SHE'S FAKING!
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (TO ANYONE)
PLEASE TAKE THE CUFFS OFF!
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (TO BYRON)
LETS STAND HER UP
                                                            
Mellon and Byron stand on either side of Tinker and pull up
on her armpits. This causes Tinker's broken wrist to pull
against the handcuffs, making her scream even louder.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (lOUDLY AND TO
       ANYONE)
PLEASE-NO-IT HURTS!!
                                                            
Byron releases his hold on Tinker's left arm and speaks
directly to Mellon.
                                                            
                       BYRON
      (To Mellon)
She's not faking it. Let me cuff
her in front.
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (TO BYRON)
Whatever. Cuff her in front.
                                                            
Byron retrieves his cuff key and releases Tinker's left
hand. Holding the right hand by the remaining handcuff he
instructs her to move her hands to the front of her body.
                                                            
Tinker moves her hands to the front and cradles her left
hand with the right hand. Still crying, face red, hair
disheveled.
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (TO BYRON)
Alright, now let's stand her up!
                                                            
Byron and Mellon again position themselves to pull on
Tinker's arms and stand her up.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (TO ANYONE)
Please-NO, Let me do it myself!
                                                            

6.

                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (To Tinker)
Alright get up then!
                                                            
Tinker puts her right hand on the ground and pushes up on
her feet, putting no stress on her handcuffed left hand. She
then stands holding her left hand against her chest. She is
still crying in pain, her hand and wrist are beginning to
swell.
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (To Tinker)
WHERE IS RICK?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (To Mellon)
I don't know.
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (To Tinker)
YOU TELL US WHERE RICK IS OR YOU
ARE GOING TO PRISON!!
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (To Mellon)
He wasn't at the house when I
left, I don't know where he is.
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (To Tinker)
YOU TELL US WHERE RICK IS OR YOU
ARE GOING TO PRISON FOR THE REST
OF YOUR LIFE FOR MURDER!
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (To Mellon)
I DON'T KNOW WHERE RICK IS. I
DIDN'T KILL ANYONE. WHY AM I
BEING ARRESTED?
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (To Tinker)
YOU'RE NOT UNDER ARREST.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (To Mellon)
THEN I HAVE TO GO TO WORK!
                                                            
                       YELLIN' MELLON
      (TO BYRON)
UNCUFF HER, TAKE HER TO WORK. WE
ARE IMPOUNDING YOUR VEHICLE AS IT
WAS USED IN A CRIME.
                                                            
 

7.

INT. INSIDE BYRON'S POLICE CAR - NIGHT
                                                            
Byron is driving, Tinker is sitting in the front seat. She
is still red faced and crying in pain. Her left hand is
swollen from the wrist to the fingers, she is supporting her
arm at the elbow with her right arm.
                                                            
                       BYRON
      (to Tinker)
What entrance do you want to be
dropped off at?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (voice is cracking)
Drive around the back of the
hospital, there is an entrance to
the ICU behind the ER.
                                                            
The cruiser transits the parking lots of the hospital and
stops by the entrance indicated by Tinker.
                                                            
                       BYRON
      (to Tinker)
You can contact the PCSO with the
medical bills.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (as she exits the
       cruise)
OK, I am going to the ER now.
                                                            
Tinker hurries down the path to the back entrance of the ICU
and enters the hospital.
                                                            
 
INT. ICU OF THE HOSPITAL - NIGHT
                                                            
Tinker enters the ICU, she is nearly an hour late. The PCSO
called ahead and relayed the message that Tinker would be
dropped off by the officer as soon as possible. The unit is
brightly lit, Debbie another nurse is at the white board
making assignments.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (to Debbie)
I have to go to the ER, the cops
just broke my wrist!
                                                            
                       DEBBIE
      (Turning from the
       board)
The cops did what?
                                                            

8.

                       TINKER
      (showing her left
       hand to Debbie)
They handcuffed me, I think they
broke my hand.
                                                            
Debbie looking down at Tinker's hand with a shocked
expression.
                                                            
                       DEBBIE
      (to Tinker)
Go to the ER, let me know what
happens. I'll mark you off for
tonight.
                                                            
Tinker hurries out the side door leading to the ER at the
center of the hospital.
                                                            
 
INT. ER TREATMENT ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Tinker is sitting up on a stretcher with ice on her left
hand. One of the ER doctors who knows Tinker personally is
talking to her.
                                                            
                       ERMD
      (Looking at films)
I am going to call this a severe
sprain as the X-rays are all
negative. Your hand is very
swollen; you know the drill, rest,
ice, compression, elevation. Go
home and take the pain meds and
try to relax. Your BP is pretty
high.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (to the ERMD)
I have no way to get home. The
cops towed my truck, there is
nobody to come and get me.
                                                            
                       ERMD
      (distractedly)
We'll get you a cab home-don't
worry, we'll take care of you!
                                                            
 

9.

INT. ICU ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
Tinker is trying without success to stretch the sheets over
a mattress containing a patient. Her left hand is not
strong enough to hold the sheet. The unit charge nurse is
watching Tinker as she tries to function.
                                                            
                       CHARGE NURSE
      (Walks to Tinker
       and assists her)
Tink, you are hurting yourself
more by trying to work. What did
the hand surgeon say about your
hand?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (To the Charge
       Nurse)
They put me off again, I haven't
been able to get in to see anyone.
They tell me to wear the brace
that ER gave me, but that doesn't
work at all. I don't see the hand
surgeon until next month.
                                                            
                       CHARGE NURSE
      (Indirectly)
Damn HMO's!
                                                            
 
INT. ICU DIRECTOR'S OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
A small, compact office in the corner of the ICU. Julie is
a well dressed professional in charge of the ICU and related
CV units in the hospital. She has known Tinker for many
years.
                                                            
                       JULIE
      (To Tinker)
Tink, you can't do your job
anymore, you are probably hurting
yourself as well. You have to go
on sick leave until this problem
is solved.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (looking down at
       her hand)
Julie, I can't get disability
until an MD can tell me what is
wrong with my hand. I can't pay
my bills without work. The sick
time I had was used up when I had
            (MORE)

10.

                       TINKER (cont'd)
that surgery a year ago on my
guts. Can't I go on light duty?
                                                            
                       JULIE
      (Slightly more
       stern)
Light duty is only for people who
are injured at work. You were
injured outside of work. You are
now officially on sick leave.
                                                            
 
INT. STEPHEN WEISS' OFFICE, IN A HIGHRISE DOWNTOWN - DAY
                                                            
Stephen Weiss is at his desk, his assistant is at the work
table. Tinker is sitting somewhat uncomfortably on a slick
leather couch which is somewhat low for her.
                                                            
                       STEVE
      (To Tinker)
What is it you would like us to do
for you?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (To Steve Weiss)
I don't want to lose everything
that I have worked for, I can't
work and my bills are piling up.
That cop that broke my wrist said
that I could contact them with
medical bills, and I think that
they should pay my time off of
work too.
                                                            
                       STEVE
      (To his assistant)
Draft a letter to preface the fact
that Ms. Campbell is now our
client and we believe she deserves
to have her expenses paid in this
matter.
                                                            
 
INT. TINKER'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
                                                            
About a week after the inital meeting with Steve Weiss; and
a few days after the letter stating intent to sue for
damages from the incident Tinker is sitting on her couch,
her left arm up on a pillow. The phone rings. The caller
ID has a number that she is not familiar with. Tinker
answers.
                                                            

11.

                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (Unidentified
       person)
May I speak with Kim Campbell
please?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (speaking into the
       phone)
This is she.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (unidentified
       person)
We are sending some deputies out
to your home to pick you up for
questioning.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (speaking into the
       phone)
What for?
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (Unidentified
       person)
Your dog has been at large.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (into phone)
Not for over 6 months!
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (Unidentified
       person)
We have it on record that you have
a vicious dog at large. We will
be coming to your house to pick
you up for questioning.
                                                            
The unidentified voice on the other end of the phone hangs
up.
                                                            
                                         TINKER IS NOW VERY
NERVOUS AND UPSET.
                                                            
Tinker dials Steve Weiss' office and asks to speak to Steve.
                                                            
                       STEVE
      (Answering the
       phone)
What can I do for you?
                                                            

12.

                       TINKER
      (Sounding more
       than a little
       freaked out.)
Steve, the PCSO is on the way out
here and they said they are going
to pick me up for questioning
about MY DOG running loose! What
do I do? I know this is about the
lawsuit, they didn't care when it
happened!
                                                            
                       STEVE
      (Calmly)
Call someone and get them out
there as fast as possible. Get
dressed up like you are going to
go with them, but do not let your
friend out of sight.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (Still breathing a
       little fast)
OK, I'll call Rick.
                                                            
                                         TINKER HANGS UP THE
PHONE, PAGES RICK.
                                                            
A few minutes pass, Rick calls back.
                                                            
                       RICK
      (From a payphone)
What's up?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (Still very
       nervous)
The cops are on the way out here
to take me into town. My lawyer
says I need someone here so that
nothing happens. Can you get here
soon?
                                                            
                       RICK
      (Over the sound of
       traffic)
I'll be there in about 5 minutes,
I'm right up the road.
                                                            
 

13.

EXT. IN TINKER'S DRIVEWAY, OFF OF A DIRT ROAD. - DAY
                                                            
4 PCSO cars are lined up opposite the gate which is closed.
Tinker is listening for Rick's car (an IROC) to come down
the road before she opens the gate. She is hidden behind
the corner of the house at the garage end.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (Several deputies
       are standing by
       their cars and
       attempting to
       call Tinker)
This is not a felony warrant, we
can't go in and get her.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (Another deputy to
       the first)
We need to get this stopped now!
                                                            
                                         RICK PULLS UP IN A
1986 BLUE IROC
                                                            
                       RICK
      (Loudly, angrily)
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
DOING??? YOU KNOW THIS IS
ILLEGAL, YOU KNOW SHE'S SUING YOU
AND YOU ARE INTERFERING WITH A
LAWSUIT!! TINKER-ARE YOU IN
THERE? ARE YOU OK?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (Nearing the gate
       and unlocking the
       chain)
Rick, thanks!
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (Less aggressive
       now)
We have had some complaints
against you by your neighbor about
your dog running loose.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (quietly)
There have been NO complaints for
over 6 months. Check with Animal
Control.
                                                            

14.

                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (Deputy)
We had a report this week.
                                                            
                       RICK
      (Loudly)
I DOUBT IT!! YOU ARE HERE TO
INTIMIDATE HER!! YOU BETTER GET
GOING--I AM NOT LEAVING FOR THE
REST OF THE NIGHT.
                                                            
                                         RICK CLOSES THE GATE
ON THE COPS.
                                                            
 
INT. DR. GIBEAULT'S OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
Dr. Gibeault is examining Tinker's left hand. He is
efficient and considerate. Tinker explains what happened to
cause this injury by pantomiming the positions her arm was
twisted into on the side of the road.
                                                            
                       DR. GIBEAULT
      (To Tinker)
I can see what probably happened.
What we will need to do is an
arthrogram; MRI's will only show
damage to cartilage and ligaments
in about half of the films. I
will scehdule you, in the
meantime, keep the brace on your
arm.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (To Dr. Gibeault)
OK, I have no commitments at all.
I can go anytime for the test.
                                                            
 
INT. PREOP HOLDING AREA - DAY
                                                            
Tinker is in a hospital gown waiting to go in to surgery.
Dr. Gibeault is awaiting clearance as the insurer, Blue
Cross has decided that this surgery is cosmetic in nature.
                                                            
                       DR. GIBEAULT
      (to tinker)
Just sign the responsibility paper
and get this done, when you get
home you can call the state and
complain about the way that the
insurer has treated you; cosmetic
surgery my ass!
                                                            

15.

                       TINKER
      (gratefully)
Thanks Dr. Gibeault, I didn't know
what to do last night. They
called at the end of the day and
left a message. I just want my
hand back.
                                                            
 
INT. TINKER'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
                                                            
Karen who has come to Tucson from out of state is a friend
of Rick's. She is helping Tinker after surgery and keeping
house in lieu of rent. At this time she is getting Tinker
into the bathroom to take a shower. Her young son, Mac is
in the kitchen area.
                                                            
                       MAC
      (excitedly)
NINJAS!! THERE ARE NINJAS IN THE
YARD!!
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (TO MAC)
Mac! What are you talking about?
                                                            
                       MAC
      (loudly and in
       general)
NINJAS IN THE YARD!!
                                                            
                                         AT THIS MOMENT THE
SLIDING GLASS DOOR
OPENS AND A
BALACLAVA CLAD LAW
OFFICER HOLDING AN
AUTOMATIC WEAPON
COMES IN SCREAMING
                                                            
                       BALACLAVA OFFICER
      (LOUDLY)
SEARCH WARRANT, SEARCH WARRANT!!
Everyone on the ground!
                                                            
Tinker is standing half dressed in the area between kitchen
and bath. She is taking pain killers for the surgical pain.
The Balaclava Officer grabs her by the back of her neck and
throws her to the tile floor of the kitchen on top of her
bandaged arm.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (crying out)
Help, OW!
                                                            

16.

The Balaclava clad officer is kneeling in the center of
Tinker's back between her shoulder blades with one knee. The
muzzle of his assault rifle is pressed into the back of
Tinker's head. The Officer looks up and straight into Mac's
face.
                                                            
                       MAC
      (excitedly)
Stop it! Let her get up!
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (to Mac)
Mac! come here!
                                                            
The Officer slowly gets to his feet as if surprised that
there are people in the house. Other officers dressed in
similar fashion are gathering the people from other parts of
the property. Brian, Karen's boyfriend; Bob who had parked
his RV in the yard to protect the property, Chops who has
been renting the upstairs apartment.
                                                            
                       BALACLAVA OFFICER
      (loudly to Tinker)
Get up!
                                                            
Tinker wallows around a few seconds trying to pull herself
up on the kitchen counter. She is stunned and medicated.
Karen is trying to control a large yellow lab mixed breed
dog and hang on to Mac at the same time. The dog belongs to
Tinker and weighs at least 120 pounds. He is growling and
barking at the officer.
                                                            
                       BALACLAVA OFFICER
      (to Karen)
You better control that dog!
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (to the officer)
I'm trying, he wants to protect
his owner, that's all! Let me put
him in the bathroom.
                                                            
                       BALACLAVA OFFICER
      (to Karen)
Alright, put him in the bathroom!
                                                            
Other officers from the raid come in, a blonde female
officer who is obviously in charge requests the status of
the situation.
                                                            
                       BALACLAVA OFFICER
      (to the blonde
       officer)
            (MORE)

17.

                       BALACLAVA OFFICER (cont'd)
Nothing here, a dog in the
bathroom, two women and a kid in
here.
                                                            
the blonde officer orders Karen, Tinker, and Mac to be
brought out to the backyard so the place can be searched.
                                                            
The balaclava officer brings Tinker out and orders her to
sit on the low edge of the pool step. Karen is taken out of
the back yard and disappears through the gate. Mac refuses
to leave Tinker in the back yard by herself.
                                                            
                       BALACLAVA OFFICER
      (to Mac)
Go with your Mom!
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (to Mac)
Mac! come here!
                                                            
                       MAC
      (to everyone, but
       staring at the
       balaclava officer)
I'm not going, you're going to
kill her!
                                                            
Mac sits down on the pool edge next to Tinker who is staring
at the ground and not speaking.
                                                            
 
INT. UPSTAIRS IN CHOP'S APARTMENT - DAY
                                                            
This occuring at the same time as the raid is happening
downstairs. Chops works evening shifts at a local warehouse
and is not yet up. She wakes to the pounding on her door
and the shouts of "police!!"
                                                            
                       CHOPS
      (opening the door
       to the apartment)
What in the hell is going on?
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (several officers
       barge in)
Turn around and put your hands in
the air!
                                                            
The officers have firearms pointed at Chops. She turns
around with her hands up. Her dog is barking and growling
loudly. The dog is an Australian Shepard mix with ice blue
eyes.
                                                            

18.

                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Chops)
You better control that dog or
I'll put a bullet in its head!
                                                            
                       CHOPS
      (loudly to
       everyone)
Don't shoot my dog, please don't!
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (another officer)
Leave the dog alone, it is only
doing what it is supposed to do!
It's protecting its owner. Leave
the dog alone.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Chops)
Put the dog in the bathroom
please.
                                                            
Chops puts the dog in the bathroom and is lead down the
outside steps to the driveway of the house. Other people
have been gathered there. Mac and Tinker are still in the
back yard.
                                                            
 
EXT. OUT IN THE DRIVEWAY OF TINKER'S HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
Chops joins Brian (Karen's boyfriend), Karen, Bob, who had
his RV parked in the yard is in one of the cop's patrol
cars. It is September and still very warm in Tucson. The
windows are up and Bob is obviously sweating. The
inhabitants of the house are all handcuffed and standing in
the baking sun.
                                                            
                       BRIAN
      (to the officers)
Don't you think you should let him
out of there? He has no air and
he's gonna get heat stroke.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Brian)
Shut up! He'll be fine.
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (to the cop)
No he will not be fine! None of
us have done anything wrong! If
he dies in that car it will be
your fault!
                                                            

19.

                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (another officer)
Let the guy out of the car. He is
getting pretty hot in there.
                                                            
Bob, plastered with sweat, his shirt stuck to his skin gets
out of the back seat of the car when the door is open. His
hands are also in cuffs and he joins the people standing in
the driveway.
                                                            
                       BOB
      (to Brian and
       Karen)
Where is Tink? What did they do
to her?
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (to bob)
She's in the back yard. Mac is
with her. They threw her to the
floor on her arm. The way they
came in the door I was sure they
were going to shoot her.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to everyone in
       the driveway)
Shut up! No talking!
                                                            
                                         SCENE SHIFTS TO THE
BACK YARD
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Tinker)
Where are the stolen cars?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (groggy and in
       pain)
What are you talking about. There
are no stolen cars here.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Tinker)
The warrant we have is that you
are chopping cars here. Where are
the stolen cars?!
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (holding up her
       bandaged arm)
Chopping cars? With ONE ARM? You
broke this arm and now you accuse
            (MORE)

20.

                       TINKER (cont'd)
me of stealing cars and chopping
them?
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Tinker)
We have an anonymous tip that you
are chopping cars here.
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (to the officer)
If you didn't bring any stolen
cars with you, I don't think you
will find any.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Tinker)
What about the Penske truck?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (to the officer)
That belongs to Karen and Brian,
along with the little red car and
the blue pickup.
                                                            
Over the masonary wall that surrounds the back yard of the
house the personnel of the PCSO are opening the back of the
Penske truck which is filled with Karen and Brian's
possessions which have been moved from California.
                                                            
                                         THE VIEW CHANGES TO
INSIDE THE TRUCK
                                                            
The cops are throwing items around in the back of the truck.
larger items are being thrown to the ground. One of the
items is a porcelain jar containing the cremains of Karen's
husband who died several years prior (from Meningitis). The
jar is thrown to the floor of the truck scattering the
ashes. Karen sees this from a distance in the driveway. She
is handcuffed, afraid to leave in case the cops shoot her.
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (yelling at the
       cops in the truck)
What are you doing to my stuff?
What did you break?
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Karen)
Shut up! They can do whatever
they want!
                                                            

21.

                       KAREN
      (to the cop)
What are we being arrested for?
What did we do? That truck is my
property. Everything we own is in
the truck.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to Karen)
You have been stealing cars and
chopping them in the garage.
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (laughing)
You are crazy, really crazy if you
think that!
                                                            
                                         VIEW CHANGES TO
TINKER AND MAC
COMING OUT OF THE
BACK YARD
                                                            
Tinker is shuffling toward the rest of the people in the
back yard, Mac is walking next to her, an officer is walking
behind her. Tinker's head is down and she is holding her
left arm, the hand is markedly red and swollen.
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (to Tinker)
Tink, are you OK? What about your
arm?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (to Karen, quietly)
I'm OK, my arm is really hurting.
They gave me some of my pain pills
a little while ago.
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (to officer)
Tinker needs a chair. She can't
be expected to stand out here in
the heat. She just had surgery
yesterday.
                                                            
Officers who had been searching the house and garage area
approach the lead officer in the driveway.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to the lead
       officer)
There is nothing here, no drugs,
no stolen vehicles, the only thing
            (MORE)

22.

                       SHERIFF'S DEPT (cont'd)
we found was an old pot pipe in
the truck, and it hasn't been used
in years, it was covered with
dust.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to the people in
       the driveway)
OK, we're gonna let you guys go.
We are still going to press
charges against the owner of the
pipe. Who would that be?
                                                            
                       TINKER
      (to the officer)
Where did you find the pipe? TJ
had some pipes, he was murdered in
1995.
                                                            
                       KAREN
      (to the cops)
Bruce died in 1994 and he had some
pipes too!
                                                            
                       MAC
      (to the cops)
Don't you take my Daddy's stuff!
                                                            
                       BRIAN
      (to the cops)
That might be one of my old pipes.
                                                            
                       SHERIFF'S DEPT
      (to everyone)
Alright! I guess it belongs to
everyone! We will keep it anyway.
We are going to release you now.
                                                            


FADE OUT.


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