Big Ticket

Annie: Pathetic. Look at you. Big tough guy in his underwear. I wonder what your cop buddies are going to think about that.

Dave: Okay, so I’m pathetic. I’m at your mercy. I get it. Now let me out of here.

Annie: That’ll be the frosty Friday.

Dave: Look. This isn’t all that funny.

Annie: Get used to it. You’re gonna be in there for quite a long time.

Dave: Don’t be stupid. What about your husband?

Annie: I don’t have a husband.

Dave: Then what’s this all about? What did I do?

Annie: You towed my fucking car away, Dave. That’s the problem.

She throws the rest of her water in his face. Dave is shocked into silence. It takes him a moment to respond.

Dave: You...lying...little...pig.

Like a gorilla, he shakes the cage violently. He gives up and presses his face hard against the fencing.

Dave (roaring): You do all this because you think I towed your fucking car away?

Annie: I know you did. I know it was you. I saw you. It wasn’t the first time.

Dave: If you value your life–at all–you better let me out of this cage right now.

Annie: I’ve had about a thousand parking tickets, Dave. Almost none of them made any sense to me. Five times I had my car towed away. Three of those times this disgusting place is where I had to come to get it back.

Dave: Look. This is sick. Give me my clothes back and let me out of this fucking cage.

Annie: Last time I was towed it was you. I was parked outside a hospital–getting a biopsy for Christ’s sake! I was five minutes late getting back and you had me hooked up already. You and your wormy little prick partner parking cop were standing there waiting for the meter to expire. I begged you, I begged you both, to please let me have my car back. No, you said; it was too late.

Dave: Unlock the door, bitch, or die.

Annie: You’re a vampire. You, the cops, the parking cops, the politicians–all the people in this racket–you’re all vampires.

Dave shakes the fence violently. Annie holds back a sob.

Annie: My little boy’s birthday cake was in that car! I missed his party! My little boy had his birthday party with no cake. Do you know what that means? Weren’t you ever a little boy? What in hell happened to you?

Dave: This is forcible confinement, lady. It’s the same as kidnapping. You’ll go to jail.

Annie: You were both so rude. You laughed and drove away and left me standing on the sidewalk.

Dave: You’ll go to jail!