Basement Jack2009

Karen Cook:
[rolls down window] Good morning, officer. Is something the matter?

Chris Watts:
That's exactly my question for you.

Karen Cook:
[looks around] Where did everyone go?

Chris Watts:
Home?

Karen Cook:
Ugh, I'm sorry. [juts head against the seat] I had a few last night and I didn't wanna drive so I just slept it off here. [sheepish smile]

Chris Watts:
This is a pretty rough side of town, ma'am.

Karen Cook:
I know. You're right. I'm stupid sometimes. Stupid alcohol.

Chris Watts:
I have family in Wicker Valley.

Karen Cook:
Sorry?

Chris Watts:
Your tags, they say Wicker Valley. So, is that where you're from?

Karen Cook:
Born and raised! On Oak Street.

Chris Watts:
[mock friendliness] Oh, Oak Street. Nice area!

Karen Cook:
[smiles] Yeah.

Chris Watts:
[looks off to the right] Of course, I guess every town's got an Oak Street. [looks back at Karen] What was the zip code there again?

Karen Cook:
[chuckles] I feel like I woke up on a game show. Some handsome MC with so many questions.

Chris Watts:
I'm going to need to see your license and registration, ma'am.

Karen Cook:
Sure.

Romanda:
A822

Chris Watts:
Watts here.

Romanda:
Watts, Romanda. Sergeant wants you back at the station for a meeting.

Chris Watts:
[talking on radio] I'm in the middle of a traffic stop, Romanda.

Romanda:
Now, Chris. Stupid rookies.

Chris Watts:
I gonna - I'm gonna need you to move the vehicle, ma'am.

Karen Cook:
It's Karen. Thanks, Chris. [puts head against seat again in relief as he leaves; she starts the car]