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EXT. STORAGE UNIT – NIGHT

Martin exits the storage unit. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights himself a smoke. His knuckles are cut and bleeding. He then takes out his cell phone and makes a call.

JIMMY (O.S.)
Yeah?

MARTIN
I’ve got nothing, Jimmy. I’ve heard a million different stories, but he hasn’t told me what I want to hear.

JIMMY (O.S.)
What do you think?

MARTIN
I think he’s got one of the greatest imaginations I’ve ever seen, but I don’t think he stole that money from us. He says he found the suitcase in a trash can down by Hart Plaza empty. And I believe him.

JIMMY (O.S.)
All right, cut him loose. Tell him we’re sorry.

Martin hangs up.

Martin looks up. It’s a full moon.

Martin finishes his cigarette, throws it on the ground and stomps it out.

Martin enters the storage unit.

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