A pharmacy, early morning. Its windows are completely shattered, surroundings ruined. Lights on a bleary college STUDENT blinking himself awake. He is only half-dressed, remaining clothes comically torn, and is surrounded by toppled medicine bottles, broken glass, and gossip mags. An empty beer bottle is clenched in his fist.
A weathered POLICEMAN enters and strides towards the STUDENT without a word.
STUDENT: (desperately) This isn’t what -
After a moment, the STUDENT reluctantly sticks out both hands and is handcuffed. This should be slow but thorough and deliberate; the only sound is the clinking of locks and chains. The POLICEMAN helps him up and starts leading him out. The STUDENT tries again.
STUDENT: It really isn’t -
POLICEMAN: Of course not.
STUDENT: I mean, I -
POLICEMAN: I’m sure.
STUDENT: No, you don’t -
POLICEMAN:I already know.
STUDENT: (frustrated) You can’t possibly -
POLICEMAN: (abruptly) You were drunk?
STUDENT: Why - yes, I -
POLICEMAN: Out with friends?
STUDENT: Yes, in fact -
POLICEMAN: Final exams over?
STUDENT: They are, and -
POLICEMAN: Things got rowdy?
STUDENT: (hopeful and excited) Yes! How did -
POLICEMAN: (long-suffering) No.
POLICEMAN: Not hearing it.
STUDENT: (crestfallen) What? But I -
STUDENT: (after a brief silence; resigned) ...okay.
Blackout as STUDENT is bundled into a police cruiser.