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The Sergeant at the desk checks <strong>Fletch</strong> out.<br />
SERGEANT<br />
Who we booking here, gentlemen?<br />
COP #1<br />
No booking. Chief wants a talk with the boy.<br />
SERGEANT<br />
Oh Yeah?<br />
(smiles at <strong>Fletch</strong>)<br />
You'll like the Chief. Nice man.<br />
FLETCH<br />
I hear he's mellowed a lot since he came out of the closet.<br />
SERGEANT<br />
I find he gets real mellow after he hits somebody a lot.<br />
137 DOOR TO CHIEF'S OFFICE - CHIEF'S OFFICE<br />
The cops open the door, pull <strong>Fletch</strong> inside. Chief Cummings,<br />
looking like a modern executive, looks up from his paperwork.<br />
COP #1<br />
Here he is Chief.<br />
They roughly throw <strong>Fletch</strong> into a chair. The Chief -- seemingly<br />
oblivious to this brutality -- smiles sincerely.<br />
CUMMINGS<br />
Easy fellas.<br />
(To <strong>Fletch</strong> friendly)<br />
Be with you in just a second.<br />
The two Cops leave. As Chief Cummings continues with his paperwork<br />
<strong>Fletch</strong> looks around the office, which is decorated tastefully --<br />
no guns on the wall, no American flags. On one wall there is a<br />
Matisse, and on another, various photos of the Chief with local<br />
celebrities.<br />
FLETCH<br />
You decorate this yourself or did Mrs. Chief of<br />
Police help you?<br />
CUMMINGS<br />
(laughs)<br />
You should have seen what she wanted to do<br />
with the place. Mauve.<br />
(shakes his head and pushes his papers aside)<br />
So what's your name?<br />
FLETCH<br />
<strong>Fletch</strong>.
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