Perry walks in. Jimmy and Sam are still sitting at the booth.
Take Sam home.
You go to the police and you’ll be six feet under before you could ever testify.
I’ll take my chances.
Just take me home.
Jimmy gets up and grabs the briefcase. Sam recognizes it.
You do have my fucking money!
That’s my briefcase. The one I put the money in.
Jimmy takes a glance at Perry.
This one was just given to me by someone else.
With money in it?
Jimmy doesn’t respond.
My money in it?
Yeah, money in it. How do I know this is your case?
It’s my case. Why would I lie about it? It’s my fucking case. The same one I dropped off for you.
Desperate people do desperate things. Of course you’d lie about it.
(looking Jimmy directly in the eyes for emphasis)
It’s my case.
Okay. Let’s find out.
Jimmy takes out his phone and starts dialing.
INT. CAR – CONTINUOUS
Martin’s phone starts ringing.
Sam’s tells me that the case Dino brought in is the same one he dropped off for us.
I want to know how Dino knows my business. Apply pressure.
INT. RESTAURANT – CONTINUOUS
Jimmy hangs up the phone.
Take him home, Perry.
I’ll let you know what Martin finds out.
So we’re square then?
Just go home.
Sam gets up and exits the restaurant with Perry.
Jimmy sits for a beat, contemplating.
Jimmy motions to a waiter.
Bring me a shot of Metaxa.
Jimmy pulls out his phone and dials.
Yeah, I’ve got a problem and I need your area of expertise.