Warrant

A knock.
The police.
Dogs, barking, jumping.
Frantic.
Heart pounding.
Curt Jimenez, frantic.
Two large dogs.

Police, agitated.
A warrant.
An arrest warrant!
Not my name.
DeVantre Davis.
Phew.

I'm not DeVantre Davis.

You have I.D., sir?

One second!

Shut the door.
A desperate search.
A misplaced wallet.
Where is it?
I cleaned the apartment! Where is my wallet?
Dogs, barking, still.
Police, impatient, growing more so.
Who is Devantre Davis? And where is he? Why do they think he lives here?
A piece of mail. Grab a piece of mail.

See! (pointing) Curt Jimenez, I'm Curt Jimenez!

Mr. Jimenez, where is your I.D.!?

It's here, I know it's here, I cleaned the apartment, I had it, it's in my wallet, it's a bi-fold, I don't have any credit cards, I'm sorry about the dogs, what did this man do??? I'm Curt Jimenez, I did something once, but it's been a long, long time ago now!

They believe me, finally. Or they say they do. They let me go. They feel sorry for me. They apologize.

I apologize.

Phew.