I/E. DETECTIVE’S CAR - DAY
DECTECTIVE drives slowly to the curb. Camera pans to his iPod playing David Bowie. He walks out to pensively think, when, like, all of a sudden, a car hits him and he fall to the ground unconscious.
EXT. ROAD - DAY
DETECTIVE snaps to and stands up. He can hear Bowie inside his car. He looks inside, but something's amiss. His iPod has been replaced by an 8-track player, popular in the '70s. He looks at his clothes; his attire, too, looks popular in the '70s. A PASSERBY passes by.
Where am I? Watcha do with it?
DETECTIVE grabs PASSERBY by his oversized collar.
My iPod! It was just in my car and now someone has replaced it with an 8-track!
DETECTIVE pushes PASSERBY to the ground.
Aaay, sit on it!
DETECTIVE approaches a COP dressed like a '70s cop.
You OK, buddy?
Where's my iPOD? I know it's last gen, but all my tunes are on it.