Interior: Car, nighttime.
Arms crossed, silent.
Don’t even try to guilt trip me …
You know, if I don’t feel guilty, then it’s just silence — which is actually kinda nice for a change.
Exterior: flashing lights
There a problem officer?
You tell me. I clocked you doing 80 in a 55.
(Sees “Her” crying in passenger seat.)
Ma’am are you okay?
She’s giving me the silent treatment.
(Shrugs, shakes head, winks at cop.)
(Says nothing, hands “Him” ticket, walks away.)