[EXT. HIGHWAY – LATE AFTERNOON]
Cars zoom past, horns blaring. In the median, trembling and terrified, stands a muddy golden retriever, dodging back and forth between lanes, confused and panicked.
Dispatch crackles over the radio.
DISPATCH (V.O.):
Unit 12, reports of a dog on the I-87 near exit 14. Caution: high-speed traffic.
[INT. POLICE CRUISER – CONTINUOUS]
OFFICER RAMOS (early 30s, calm and focused) grips the wheel.
OFFICER JENKINS (late 20s, rookie energy) leans forward.
JENKINS:
We’re not letting that dog get hit.
[EXT. HIGHWAY – MOMENTS LATER]
The police cruiser pulls across two lanes, lights flashing. Traffic slows. Some drivers even stop, rolling down their windows, watching.
The dog panics, starts to run. Ramos gets out, holding a piece of leftover sandwich from his lunch.
RAMOS (kneeling, gently):
Hey, buddy… it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. You hungry?
The dog stops. Sniffs the air. Inches forward.
JENKINS (quietly):
Come on… you got this.
The dog finally approaches. Shaking. Tail tucked. He takes the sandwich, then collapses gently into Ramos’s lap, as if he’s been waiting to be saved all day.
[INT. POLICE STATION – LATER THAT EVENING]
The golden retriever now sits wrapped in a blanket, wagging his tail as officers bring water and treats. One scribbles a sign:
“FOUND: Friendly, scared, safe.”
RAMOS (smiling):
We got you, buddy. You’re not alone anymore.
