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The Girl on River Road by C. M. Albrecht C. M. Albrecht 4485 San Sebastian Way Sacramento CA 95823 Tel. (916) 393-7720 Fax. (916) 393-7743 Cell (916) 715-6562 Email: pplepic@ FADE IN INT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY Decent motel room. Unmade bed. A half empty bottle of white wine, a couple of glasses and a plastic bucket with melting ice stand on the table by window. Man’s suit and other clothing on chair by bed; shoes on floor. SHERRI NADINE DUNLAP, 40. Attractive woman. Good figure. Appears to be a serious person. She is fully dressed and drying her hair with a towel as she stares sadly out through motel window. Beyond, the skies are darkening. Bathroom door is open. SHOWER, off-key SINGING. Water stops and singing changes to a low HUMMING as a MAN emerges from shower, towel about waist. WILLIAM (BILL) MADIGAN, 40. Slick. A little too good-looking to be true. His WEDDING BAND and his smile FLASH at Sherri as he heads for his clothing. SHERRI Hurry up, Bill. It’s going to rain. Bill goes to the chair and begins dressing. BILL So? And how does it feel to be fucking your next state assemblyman? Sherri looks from Bill back to window where the first drops of rain spatter the glass. SHERRI You haven’t been elected yet. I hate to drive in the rain. BILL Well, go on ahead. I’ll be right behind you. I’ll be out in a minute. Just take it easy. Sherri pokes at her hair and picks up her coat and bag. SHERRI You know, really - I – I don’t think we should keep on with this, Bill. I – BILL What? Guilt? You? You know perfectly well DD’s doing it to you – in spades. I’ve told you enough times: you should’ve let me follow through with the divorce. I can get you a hellova settlement if you just let me. SHERRI Yes. No – I mean, Yes I suppose I do feel guilty. I really don’t feel right about it. Maybe this was a mistake. I do like you, Bill, but just becau