The Driver1978

The Detective:
How old are you? Twenty-two. I did a little checking.

The Player:
What else did you check?

The Detective:
Well, a girl as young as yourself, you sure have been around the track a few times, honey. Led a real active life.

The Player:
Get out!

The Detective:
No. We're going to do a little business, you and I. [shows her a photo of The Driver] Look at it! Are you sure it's not him?

The Player:
It's not him.

The Detective:
Oh, really? Maybe you should be afraid of me. I ran a make on you. [smiles] You're clean. No problem. Of course, there *was* that one little scrape. Remember? The kinda nasty one? The one that got swept under the rug? Now when your memory improves, honey, give me a call. [leaves]