INT. POLICE STATION- DAY

A male DETECTIVE sits at his desk opposite a distraught woman, CARLI. 

DETECTIVE
Hello, Carli. My name is Detective 
Harris and I've been assigned 
to your case. First of all, I'm 
very sorry for everything 
you've been through.

Carli is quiet. 

DETECTIVE CONT'D
We know that it's very difficult for 
survivors to step forward and I 
want you to know that what 
you did was very brave.

CARLI
(quietly)
Thank you.

DETECTIVE
And we believe you.
(beat)
Well, most of us do.

Pan to the detective's coworker at a nearby desk, who raises his eyebrows and gives Carli a judgmental once-over. 

DETECTIVE CONT'D
A lot of women don't think 
that the police take sex 
crimes seriously. 

CARLI
Yeah, I've heard a lot 
of mixed things about--

DETECTIVE
(interrupting)
But that is just not true. And even 
though our team doesn't have any women, 
nearly all of us have met one before--some 
of us are even married to one. Detective Thompson 
has a daughter. Anyway, research shows 
that women's safety matters almost as much 
to the men related to these women 
as it does to women themselves.

CARLI
I see...

DETECTIVE
So to begin, I'd like to ask 
you some questions about your attacker.

CARLI
(bracing herself)
Okay.

DETECTIVE
Like I said, here at the 94th 
precinct, we take these crimes 
very seriously. This is not a game.

Carli nods solemnly. The Detective whips out a Guess Who board from under his desk. 

DETECTIVE
Did your attacker have blonde hair?

Carli looks at the game and hesitates.

CARLI
No, Jeff has more of a dark--

The Detective loudly puts down some of the faces on the Guess Who board. 

DETECTIVE
Did your attacker have a mustache?

CARLI
Um, yeah... sort of a stubbly bea-

Again, the Detective puts down the faces that do not match.

DETECTIVE
Did your attacker look like an immigrant?

CARLI
Wh...no? He's from Jersey.

DETECTIVE
(thoughtfully)
I see. Did your attacker dress 
like he wanted people to think 
he was cooler than he really was?

CARLI
I-I don't--

DETECTIVE
(looking up from the board)
I need a yes or no answer, please.

CARLI
I... well, he had a leather jacket 
on that he couldn't really pull off. 

The Detective stares at her blankly. Beat.

CARLI CONT'D
So... yes?

The Detective nods, then knocks out three more prospects. He adjusts the board and studies the remaining faces.

DETECTIVE
Did your attacker look like he's 
stuck in a dead-end job 
with no upward mobility?

CARLI
I don't know what that means.

DETECTIVE
(very seriously)
Yes, you do.

CARLI
What does that have to do with--?

DETECTIVE
Routine questioning.

CARLI
(tentatively)
I guess his eyes looked pretty dead inside.

DETECTIVE
(calculating)
Let's see.

The Detective gets rid of all faces but one and turns the board around.

DETECTIVE CONT'D
(proudly)
Is this your attacker?

CARLI
What? Isn't that the guy from Westworld?

DETECTIVE
(defensively)
You know, this process isn't perfect.

CARLI
(frustrated)
I know who he is... he was a 
friend of a friend. Can't 
I just tell you his name?

DETECTIVE
You mean your attacker wasn't a stranger?

CARLI
No, he's an acquaintance. 

DETECTIVE
Oh, we don't consider 
those cases real.

CARLI
What do you mean? Something like 70% of survivors know their attacker first.

DETECTIVE
WHAT?

CARLI
Yeah. I figured as a Detective 
you'd know these kinds of statistics...

DETECTIVE
Well, Carli, that is 
very disturbing news.

Detective Harris throws the Guess Who box in the trash. 

DETECTIVE CONT'D
Unfortunately, I'm going to have 
to get back to you then. I have 
an appointment with a witness 
of murder case coming in.

He stands up, reaches under his desk, grabs the board game Clue and walks out.

END