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　　CHRIS （CONT’D）
　　I mean， I don’t have a driver’s license， I have a state I.D.
　　
　　ROSE
　　I was driving.
　　
　　OFFICER CROWE
　　I didn’t ask who was driving. I asked him for his I.D.
　　
　　ROSE
　　My boyfriend shouldn’t have to show you his I.D. because he hasn’t done anything wrong.
　　
　　OFFICER CROWE
　　Ma’am， any time there is an incident--
　　
　　ROSE
　　No， fuck that!
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Baby. It’s okay--
　　
　　ROSE
　　（to Crowe）
　　It’s bullshit， and you know it.
　　
　　There is a tense silence. Officer Crowe’s walkie chimes in.
　　
　　OFFICER FROST （O.C.）
　　Everything alright up there Crowsie？
　　
　　Officer Crowe stares Rose down. After a moment he presses his walkie button.
　　
　　OFFICER CROWE
　　Yeah， I’m all good.
　　
　　He hands Chris his I.D.
　　
　　OFFICER CROWE （CONT’D）
　　You guys be careful.
　　
　　EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY
　　
　　The car winds through a thickly wooded road.
　　
　　INT. ROSE’S CAR - AFTERNOON
　　
　　Chris sits in the passenger’s seat deep in thought. He watches Rose with a new awe. Rose notices. She shrugs.
　　
　　ROSE
　　What？ I’m not gonna let anyone fuck with my man.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　That was some ride or die shit， baby. I like that.
　　
　　Rose smiles at him.
　　
　　ROSE
　　We’re here.
　　
　　EXT. ARMITAGE ESTATE - AFTERNOON
　　
　　The woods give way to an huge front lawn. A large mansion sits in the middle. Thick forest surrounds the estate except for one side which is the edge of a lake. The property feels
　　expensive and isolated; no other houses in sight.
　　
　　As they drive through the large front lawn， Chris sees WALTER， African American 35 in the distance facing away. Walter wears a gardening hat and trims hedges. He works slowly and methodically.
　　
　　ROSE
　　（to Chris）
　　That’s the grounds-keeper…… I think his name is Walter.
　　
　　Rose parks in front of the house， and. He has a pleasantsmile. Rose gets out of the car and waves.
　　
　　ROSE （CONT’D）
　　Hi!
　　
　　Walter turns and waves back. Chris gets out and waves too.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　（To Walter）
　　Hey! What’s up？
　　
　　Walter waves silently. Odd.
　　
　　As Chris gets the luggage from the trunk， Rose runs to the front door and RINGS the DOORBELL. FOOTSTEPS. The door swings open revealing……
　　
　　DEAN ARMITAGE， 59， a tall， balding， barrel-chested， bear hug of a man. Though clearly smart， Dean has an endearing cockiness and a bad case of Dad humor. He is the kind of guy
　　who pronounces garbage， Gar-bahge.
　　
　　And…… MISSY ARMITAGE， 56， A beautiful beacon of intellectual patience. She is poised and warm; relaxed and in control. They stand in the shadows of the doorway smiling. Rose hugs her parents.
　　
　　ROSE
　　Hi!!!
　　
　　DEAN MISSY
　　There’s my girl! Hello sweetheart.
　　
　　ROSE （CONT’D）
　　I miss you guys.
　　
　　MISSY
　　We miss you， Ro Ro.
　　
　　Chris approaches with the bags.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Hi.
　　
　　ROSE
　　Chris， these are my parents. Mom， Dad， this is Chris.
　　
　　CHRIS
　　Good to finally meet you……
　　
　　Chris holds his hand out.
　　
　　DEAN
　　Mr. Armitage will do.
　　
　　CHRIS