Page 59.

I don’t like the last several pages. They seem flat. I’m trying to connect Act 2 to Act 3, but it shouldn’t be a chore to do it. But I don’t want to get bogged down on details and not move forward, so I’m going to push on and hope to come up with something better later on.

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Sam braces his hand on the wall, and with Martin’s help, manages to stand up. He sways while Martin cleans him up and puts on his clothes, like a son dressing a disabled father.

Jimmy just watches.

Once Sam is dressed, Martin goes to place the hood over his head, Sam pushes it back.

Would you give me a fucking break with that thing? I know we’re in the restaurant. I’m not a fucking moron.

Martin looks at Jimmy. They both shrug their shoulders.



Dino is sitting at a booth, fidgety, and clutching the same briefcase that Sam dropped off under the bridge.

A waiter passes by.

(grabbing the waiter’s arm)
Can I get some water?


Jimmy walks up and has a seat in front of Dino.

So, what do you have for me?

Here you go.

Dino slides the case to Jimmy.

It’s all there. You can count it. So where’s the girl? Is she okay. You better not of hurt her. Please, Jimmy, don’t tell me you hurt her.

Calm down and keep your voice down. We didn’t hurt her. I’m going to count the money and if it checks out, I’ll have Martin take you to her. Okay?

Okay. Great. That sounds great. Thanks.

Jimmy opens up the case and there’s a lot of money. Jimmy counts it.

Looks good, Dino. So, how’d you come up with it?

I hit the lottery.

Okay, you don’t have to tell me. It doesn’t matter, I’m just happy to have my money back. Martin will be up soon and he’ll take you to her.

Jimmy sets the briefcase on the seat next to him.


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