(The Garage at Luigi’s house)
Luigi: Shit! This was a bit worse than I thought.
Marc: Could’ve gone worse, the car could’ve rolled, plummeted into a ditch, at least it’s still driveable.
Luigi: Yeah, but this B Pillar is going to be a bitch. A pity we’re such a small city, otherwise we could use some better tools for this.
Marc: Better tools?
Luigi: The LAPD had so many of these things that they got a frame straightener specifically for the Enforcer.
Marc: Damn. How are we going to do this without?
Luigi: Hand me that chain on the wall.
(Marc hands Luigi the chain, Luigi then wraps one end around the B pillar, and fixes the other end to the trailer hitch on Marc’s Seneca*)
Luigi: Okay, get in, put it in four low and in first.
Luigi: Let off the brake slowly, try not to jerk it.
(The Seneca tugs against the B pillar on the Enforcer pulling it somewhat to the side but not enough to risk rollover)
Luigi: I wish Blake were here, his Stag would be much better for this. Give it some gas!
Luigi: Easy! Easy!
(The Seneca jerks forward a bit tugging against the Enforcer, however the B pillar starts to pull out a bit)
Luigi: Okay, ease down. Back up an inch, I’m taking this chain off.
Marc: How’d it do?
Luigi: Not good enough, I’m gonna have to put some heat on it.
Marc: Where is Blake anyway? Shouldn’t he be helping you with this?
Luigi: He’s off giving driving lessons to his daughter.
Marc: I thought she was nineteen.
Luigi: No, the youngest.
Marc: Oh, right.
(A parking lot)
Blake: Okay, review. What does a yellow light mean?
Sally: Floor it!
Blake: Very good. What does a red light mean?
Sally: Look both ways to make sure it’s safe, then floor it!
Blake: Good. What does a yield sign mean?
Sally: Nothing to a Worden.
Blake: I’m proud of you. Okay, two motorists come to an intersection at the same time, who has the right of way?
Sally: The person on the right.
Blake: Wrong! The guy in the big truck.
Sally: The manual says the vehicle on the right has the right of way.
Blake: The cemeteries say the bigger truck has the right of way.
Sally: Point taken.
Blake: I think you’re ready for your test, just remember what I told you about Road Rage.
Sally: “It’s not Road Rage until you get out of the car.”
Blake: (sniff) I can’t believe my little girl is going for her driving test tomorrow.
(Petoskey Motors ZLC Headquarters)
Ted: So it’s a 3000 mile drive in a shitbox?
Ted: And you’re taking a car that has been through three of these?
Zach: What can I say? My dad and the others are really attached to it. I can’t say I blame them, it is a beast.
Ted: Not really much of a money maker for the company in the later years.
Zach: Hold on a minute, look at these spreadsheets.
Ted: What about them?
Zach: These figures. They don’t match up. Let me pull this up… There, look at that.
Ted: Administrative Surcharge?
Zach: I found them on every transaction, all kept on the down low. A few pennies here and there but for every car sale, every dealership service, every accessory sold. I think Mr. Dunbar should look at this.
Ted: You think it’s that serious?
Zach: Look at these figures. I can pretty much trace where all this money is going, except these “Administrative Surcharges” If you ask me, something is going on.
To be continued…