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                                            DUDE
                             Huh?  Oh.  Yeah.  Tape deck.  Couple
    of Creedence tapes.  And there was
    a, uh. . . my briefcase.

      YOUNGER COP
    In the briefcase?

      DUDE
    Papers.  Just papers.  You know, my
    papers.  Business papers.

      YOUNGER COP
    And what do you do, sir?

      DUDE
    I'm unemployed.

      OLDER COP
    ...Most people, we're working nights,
    they offer us coffee.

  There is silence.  Dude continues to stare at a spot on the
  floor.  The older cop stares at him.

      DUDE
    ...Me, I don't drink coffee.  But
    it's nice when they offer.

  AT LENGTH:

      DUDE
    ...Also, my rug was stolen.

      YOUNGER COP
    Your rug was in the car.

  The Dude taps the floor with his foot.

      DUDE
    No.  Here.

      YOUNGER COP
    Separate incidents?

  The Dude stares at the floor.

  Silence.

      OLDER COP
    Snap out of it, son.

  The home phone starts ringing--a ring distinct  from the
  chirp of the portable.  The Dude makes no move to answer
  it.   Finally the rings stop as an answering machine kicks
  on.

      DUDE
    You find them much?  Stolen cars?

  Dude's Voice on Machine The Dude's not in.  Leave a message
  after the beep.  It takes a minute.

      YOUNGER COP
    Sometimes.  I wouldn't hold out much
    hope for the tape deck though.  Or
    the Creedence tapes.