Night Delivery

By

Ramey Robles

EXT. PCH IN MALIBU - NIGHT

RAMEY is driving northbound on Pacific Coast Highway while political podcast plays on the car stereo. His attention is to the left where the wealthiest Malibu residents live along the coastline.

RAMEY

(Tired, sighing while talking to himself)

Ok...Where is this place?

As he slowly coasts in the suicide lane, he sees the address he's looking for as he passes it. He makes a u-turn onto the narrow sidewalk, he thinks about the late night joy riders that use the PCH to show off their expensive sports cars.

RAMEY

(Still talking to himself)

Alright, hopefully I don't die.

As he parks, the garage next to his car opens where a 40 something guy dressed up between something resembling a rockabilly mixed with a goth comes walking out.

RAMEY

Hey Mark?

MARK

Yep. Thank--

RAMEY is hands off a $20 bag of Taco Bell (with a $20 tip). Before MARK can finish his setence, a sherrif's SUV drives by, accelerating its engine so quickly as it passes by two bystanders, that is feels as if a large gust of wind pushes both of them slightly back.

MARK

Jesus, that's way too fast.

RAMEY

Yeah he's gonna kill someone driving like that.

(Pause)

But what are you gonna do? Anyways, thank you. Have a good night...or morning, or whatever.

RAMEY gets in his car and starts driving south back towards Los Angeles. As he gets up to the speed limit, the sheriff's SUV in the opposing lane, slowly drives by him while shining their spotlight into RAMEY's face.The spotlight blinds RAMEY, so he uses his hand to block the light from his eyes.

RAMEY

What the fuck?!

As they pass he looks in the rearview mirror and sees their tail lights shrinking as they drive into the distance. As they get small enough to the point that they nearly disappear, he sees the SUV's brake lights start glowing brightly. He sees that they're make a U-turn.

RAMEY

Fuck.

RAMEY continues to drive cautiously, checking his speed, then looking over at the seats for any visible paraphenilia.He looks in his rearview mirror and no longer sees anything behind him. He turns his head, looks over his shoulder and sees the black SUV poke out from over the small incline it was hiding behind. Their headlights are turned off.

RAMEY

What the fuck are they doing?

The SUV is now directly behind him with their headlights stil turned off. RAMEY hits his turn signal and moves over to the slow lane. The SUV stays in the fast lane, but continues at the same pace as RAMEY, so RAMEY taps on his brakes to slow down and hope they pass.The SUV slows down at the same exact pace as RAMEY's car--so in sync with each other that it looks almost like a synchronized swimming routine. Without using their turn signal, the SUV follows him into the slow lane.

RAMEY

(Again, but now with more disdain)

Fuuuck!

RAMEY slows down even more and they slow down again. They're both now going 5mph in the slowlane. RAMEY pulls over and reaches for his phone. He taps the camera app button and hits the video record button.Your storage memory is low. Please free up space in your Memory settingsRAMEY now holds his phone up out the window pointing back at them as if he is recording. Even though he couldn't get the content he subconsciously yearned for and had to settle for defending himself from being shot by the LASD.In frustration he throws his phone down on the passenger seat and sticks his head out the window while holding his arms out the window questioning their presence with a shrug.The SUV pulls up slowly to RAMEY's car and is now next to the driver side window. There are two sherrifs in the car. The driver looks like a shadow, while the passenger looks like a 35 year old latino. The Passenger Sheriff is leaning back slightlly, his hand casually resting on the passenger door with the window down.The Passenger Sheriff is smirking and gives a nod to RAMEY. They don't say anything and there is a 10 second pause.

RAMEY

(With frustration)

Can I help you?

PASSENGER SHERIFF

I don't know, can you?

(Smiles with glee as he looks over to his partner)

RAMEY

(While laughing with disbelief)

Are you serious? Why are you pulling me over?!

(Holds his phone up pretending to film them)

PASSENGER SHERIFF

(Still smiling)

We're not pulling you over, you pulled over on your own.

RAMEY

Yeah, I saw you creeping up on me--with your lights off.?

PASSENGER SHERIFF

Well why do you think we'd be following you?

RAMEY

I don't know. I was just dropping off a food delivery and now we're here.

PASSENGER SHERIFF

Oh a food delivery?

(Still leaning back with hand out the window. He nods his head, gesturing to his partner)

Well, we saw you with a bag.

RAMEY

(Flatly)

Oh you saw me with a bag?

(Flat and sarcastically)

Oh okay. Well I can see why you were following me then.

(Exasperated)

You saw me with a bag?!

PASSENGER SHERIFF

(Unphased and still smiling)

Ok, well now we know.

(Nods his head at RAMEY again)

The sherrifs look towards the back of the car and the passenger seat. The PASSENGER SHERIFF stares back at RAMEY. The silence lasts for a long 10 seconds while the PASSENGER SHERIFF continues to stare.

RAMEY

(Obviously frustrated)

Okay, well...good night then!

The sheriffs continue to stare.

RAMEY

Is there anytning else I can help you with?!

PASSENGER SHERIFF

(Chuckles and nods to his partner)

Alright, well you stay out of trouble then.

With their lights still off, the sheriffs cross over the PCH median and head back northbound towards Pacific Palisades. They accelerate, roaring their engine as they leave