Henry got himself, and Dale into Lambertville. They just entered the highway.

Henry: Like I told you, we stay on here, and follow the signs.
Dale: Excellent. *Hears police sirens*
Henry: What the? *Looks back*



Henry: Who the hell uses a Scion for a police car? What is this shit? *Pulls over*
Dale: Economic recession? I don't know.
Officer: *Steps out of the car*
Henry: *Lowers the window*
Officer: Henry Ranne?
Henry: No, I drove.
Dale: *Laughs*
Officer: That doesn't answer my question. Are आप Henry Ranne?
Henry: Yes sir. What, somebody steal your sense of humor?
Officer: That's it, you're under arrest.
Dale: What the fuck?
Henry: आप must be state police.
Officer: Fuck you, get in.
Dale: *Gets in the back with Henry* What about your car?
Officer: *Gets in, and drives*
Henry: What about my car?
Officer: It'll be towed back to your house.
Dale: Henry, I don't want to go back home.
Henry: I know. I don't want to either, but for right now, it's best to listen to what the cops say.

But at State Police barracks, they were sitting on a bench ever since they got there.

Officer: *Walking past them with paperwork*
Henry: If आप guys actually took my car here, with us, this shit would already be over, and maybe, you'd have better attitudes.
Officer: Shut up.
Dale: Good try. *Sees that no one is looking, and whispers* On another note, I need to give आप my address, so आप can pick me up.
Henry: *Nods*
Dale: *Goes up to a corporal sitting behind a desk* May I borrow paper, and a pencil?
Corporal: Sure.
Dale: *Writes down his address*
Henry: *Watches him write it down*
Dale: Here. *Gives Henry his address* Remember, this is in Stockton.
Henry: I'll remember.

2 B Continued