Scene XI

The scene opens once again back at Rusty Parts Auto shop
Gunnar: Know?
Rusty: I figured you would have known, seeing as how everyone's lives are common knowledge, well, at least what others think of everyone's life is common knowledge.
Gunnar: What are you ranting about?
Rusty: (appearing somewhat flustered) About how everyone talks about your issues in this crummy town, but no one talks to you about them.
Gunnar: (Concern is now once again inflicting his expression) So what is it that everyone knows? Or think they know, better yet, why don't you tell me what you know.
Rusty: (suddenly feeling embarrassed about her sudden burst of emotion, becomes somewhat sullen) There was one, I thought he was different from the rest of them…
Gunnar: But he wasn't?
Rusty: No he wasn't, (turns around to put her tool in it's place but continues quietly) I hate people talking about me, analyzing me. They think they know you by observing you for a matter of moments, but they never stop to ask, they never stop to think that maybe all that they see isn't all that it seems to be. (sighs) I don't know why I'm telling you this (she looks up at him) But you’re not one to share knowledge, or opinion, easily... (waving the white envelope) thanks, I suppose you'll be leaving town now.
Gunnar: (walking to his precious Harley) I'd say I can't tell you that, but it seems you already know the answer.
As he's speaking we see red and blue flashing lights of a cruiser passing by through the open garage door. Rusty and Gunnar exchange glances.
Rusty: See you later Gunnar, don't get into too much trouble.
Turns and walks towards the adjoining room
Gunnar: Always a pleasure, hey and Rusty, get out of the garage some time.
Gunnar revs the engine and then roars out of the garage, Rusty is simultaneously walking through the doorframe without looking behind her, leaving the garage empty. The camera pauses a moment, and then cuts to Max’s office, where Max and Kenya are still seated at his desk.
Kenya: Oh come on Max, (brushing her hand down his arm) you need to take a little break.
Max: (pushes chair away from the desk and Kenya, mouth gaping wide open) Kenya! ...I mean, oh my! Oh dear, I can't believe what's going on (throwing his hands to his head in unbelief)
Kenya: (getting off the desk and following Max) Oh Maxy poo, don't say no, you know you need it (she grabs his arm and throws him to the floor).
Max: (flabbergasted) Maxy poo! Need it!! What would my wife think!
Just then the door flies open and we see Max's wife standing in the doorframe. Max's wife Cinnamon Blythe, who kept her maiden name for personal reasons, looked incredibly disgruntled. The camera zooms in on her disgruntled expression and then cuts back to Hooch Central. Where we see Dep. and Detective Grafton enter. Dep. Grafton dressed in a police uniform, Detective Grafton dressed in a long black trench coat and both wearing sunglasses, despite the fact that it is pitch dark outside. The camera swings over to the nervous expression of Bertie.