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Right of Way 55
NAPOLITANO
He seemed to feel you two were pretty tight. Maybe you're better with pictures.

He takes his cell phone from his pocket, pushes a couple of buttons and hands it to her. She glances at it, and instantly pales.

CLOSE ON THE PHONE

A photo of Omar's lifeless face, his mouth stuffed with peat.

BACK TO SCENE

Rachel is horrified, frozen. Napolitano takes the phone back, pockets it as he drives.

NAPOLITANO
Deland's expecting to meet us at the station. He's got a few questions for you.
RACHEL
You can get me out of it, can't you? I can't get mixed up in this.
NAPOLITANO
Mixed up in what?
RACHEL
I don't know, whatever happened! You know how the paparazzi are. They make everything look worse than it is.
NAPOLITANO
Omar's dead, Rachel! So is your stepfather, and by the way, your mother's missing too. How bad does it have to get before you're straight with me?

Rachel has begun crying silently and shaking her head in denial. Napolitano slows down and hangs a left onto Western.

NAPOLITANO
Okay, that's it, Iím through. I'll let the cops beat it out of you.

And they drive on in silence, Rachel sobbing quietly beside him.


 
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