Notorious Page #2

DEVLIN:

There's one more drink left apiece. Shame

about the ice.

ALICIA:

What is?

DEVLIN:

Gone.

ALICIA:

Who's gone?

DEVLIN:

The ice.

(off the music)

Why do you like that song?

ALICIA:

(laughs)

Because it's a lot o' hooey.

(suddenly serious)

There's nothing like a love song to give you

a good laugh.

DEVLIN:

That's right.

ALICIA:

(puts her hand to her mouth)

It's stuffy in here, isn't it?

DEVLIN:

Might be.

ALICIA:

What about... we have a picnic?

DEVLIN:

Outside?

Alicia rises and Devlin follows.

ALICIA:

It's too stuffy in here for a picnic.

(off his drink)

Wanna finish that?

DEVLIN:

Shame to leave it.

He polishes most of it off, handily.

ALICIA:

You're quite a boy.

She takes the glass and finishes the rest.

ALICIA:

My car is outside.

DEVLIN:

Naturally.

ALICIA:

Wanna go for a ride?

DEVLIN:

Very much. What about your guests?

Hopkins sleeps on the sofa, an equally unconscious Ethel in his lap.

ALICIA:

They'll crawl out under their own steam. I-I'm

going to drive. That's understood.

But she's too drunk to even put her glass down properly. Devlin takes it

from her and follows her to the front door.

DEVLIN:

Don't you need a coat?

ALICIA:

You'll do.

On the BUNGALOW'S FRONT PORCH, they step out into the breezy night air.

DEVLIN:

Wait a minute. Let me put this on you. You

might catch cold.

Devlin takes a large handkerchief from his pocket and ties it around her baremidriff before he escorts her off the porch.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. WINDING ROAD - NIGHT

Alicia's speeding CONVERTIBLE weaves badly down an empty, winding road,

lined with palm trees, just a little before dawn. Devlin, in the passengerseat, lights a cigarette, seemingly unconcerned with the grinning inebriateat the wheel.

ALICIA:

How'm I doing?

DEVLIN:

Not bad.

ALICIA:

Scared?

DEVLIN:

No.

ALICIA:

Oh, no, you're not scared of anything, are

you?

DEVLIN:

Not too much.

But he does make ready to grab the handbrake as her wind-blown hair obscuresher vision.

ALICIA:

This fog gets me.

DEVLIN:

That's your hair in your eyes.

ALICIA:

(brushing it back):

Oh... What does the speedometer say?

DEVLIN:

Sixty-five.

Devlin smiles at her.

ALICIA:

I want to make it eighty and wipe that grin

off your face. I don't like gentlemen who

grin at me.

As the car picks up speed and its weaving gets worse, Devlin readies his handto grab the steering wheel. At the sound of a POLICE SIREN, Devlin turns tosee a motorcycle cop pursuing them.

DEVLIN:

A cop.

ALICIA:

What?

DEVLIN:

A policeman is chasing us.

(adjusts the rearview mirror)

Look.

ALICIA:

They make me sick.

The cop pulls alongside them.

DEVLIN:

(to Alicia)

He wants to talk to you.

Alicia slows down and pulls over to the side of the road.

ALICIA:

Drunken driving. My second offense. Now I go

to jail. Whole family in jail. Who cares?

Both vehicles stop. The cop dismounts and slowly approaches the car.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

(to Alicia)

Havin' a time for yourself, aren't you?

ALICIA:

(to the cop)

People like you ought to be in bed.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

(to Devlin)

Drunk, huh?

DEVLIN:

Just a minute, officer.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

No arguments, mister. Y'ain't got a leg to

stand on.

Devlin pulls some identification from his jacket pocket and hands it acrossto the cop. Alicia barely registers this. The cop looks at the I.D. andthen at Devlin. The cop returns the I.D. to Devlin.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

Sorry, but you didn't speak up.

DEVLIN:

That's all right.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

Sure you can handle it?

DEVLIN:

No trouble.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

Well, you ought to know.

A dazed Alicia looks up in time to see the cop smartly salute Devlin andwalk off.

ALICIA:

(to Devlin)

Where's the ticket?

The cop REVS his engine and rides away.

ALICIA:

He didn't give me a ticket. What-what's

your name?

DEVLIN:

Devlin.

ALICIA:

When you showed that cop something, he saluted

you.

DEVLIN:

Did he?

ALICIA:

I saw him. Why, you double-crossing buzzard!

You're a cop!

DEVLIN:

(reaches for the steering wheel)

All right, we'll argue later.

Alicia slaps his hand away.

ALICIA:

Get away from my car. Get out of my car.

DEVLIN:

I'm gonna take you home.

ALICIA:

You're not going to take me home at all. Oooh.

DEVLIN:

Move over. Come on.

Alicia resists Devlin's attempt to get into the driver's seat, so he deliversa wicked slap to her arm. She puts up quite a struggle.

ALICIA:

Ow! Get out of my car, Federal Cop! Crashing

my party just like that buzzard with the

glasses! Leave me alone! You're trailing me

to get something on me! Get out!

She stops struggling for a moment.

DEVLIN:

Gonna calm down? Good, now, move over. Oh...

But a moment later, she starts thrashing him again.

ALICIA:

I'm not going to l--

Finally, he forces her into the passenger seat, knocking her unconscious inthe process. He takes the wheel and glances down at her.

DEVLIN:

(relieved)

Whew!

Devlin starts the car.

FADE OUT:

INT. ALICIA'S BUNGALOW - DAY

FADE IN on ALICIA'S BEDROOM, a little before 9 a.m. that morning. She's inbed, slowly regaining consciousness. A glass of what looks like a nastyhangover remedy rests on a chair beside her.

DEVLIN:

You'd better drink that.

From her bed, a clearly hungover Alicia sees Devlin's silhouette leaning inthe doorway to her bedroom.

ALICIA:

All right. [mumbles]

DEVLIN:

Go on, drink it.

Alicia takes a swallow.

ALICIA:

Ohh...

DEVLIN:

Finish it.

She takes another swallow. Still groggy, she watches Devlin approach andstand over her.

DEVLIN:

Feel better?

ALICIA:

What do you care how I feel? You -- you copper.

A train whistle BLOWS somewhere far off.

ALICIA:

What's this all about, huh? What's your angle?

DEVLIN:

What angle?

ALICIA:

About last night.

DEVLIN:

Just wanted to be friends.

ALICIA:

Friends, yeah? So you could frame me, hm?

DEVLIN:

No, I've got a job for you.

ALICIA:

Don't tell me, there's only -- ooh. There'sonly one job that you coppers would want mefor. Well, you can forget it, Mister...

DEVLIN:

Devlin.

ALICIA:

What?

DEVLIN:

Devlin.

ALICIA:

I am no stool pigeon, Mister Devlin.

DEVLIN:

My department authorized me to engage you to dosome work for us, it's a job in Brazil.

ALICIA:

Oh, go away. The whole thing bores me.

DEVLIN:

Some of the German gentry who were paying yourfather are working in Rio. Ever hear of the

I. G. Farben Industries?

ALICIA:

I tell you, I'm not interested.

DEVLIN:

Farben has men in South America, planted therebefore the war. We're cooperating with theBrazilian government to smoke them out. Mychief thinks that the daughter of a, uh...

ALICIA:

Of a traitor?

DEVLIN:

Well, he thinks you might be valuable in thework. They might sort of trust you. And youcould make up a little for your daddy'speculiarities.

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