(Pages 75 & 76)
EXT. STORAGE UNIT BUSINESS – LATE EVENING
The sun is starting to set over the horizon.
Martin opens the garage and steps out. Fat Tony is still standing there.
Martin’s hands are covered in bruises and blood as he lights a cigarette. He’s sweating like he just went ten rounds with someone.
Everything okay, boss?
Martin pulls out the phone and dials.
I’m getting nothing from him, boss.
He ain’t talking?
Oh, he’s talking, but nothing is making sense. I’ve heard everything from him winning the lotto to him stealing from a tribe of Jamaican witch doctors. He’s trying to find the answer that’ll get me to stop, but he doesn’t know what it is.
What about the case?
He says he found it in a dumpster. In a dumpster near where Sam said he put it, but not the same one.
So, someone else found it, took the cash and dumped the case?
That’s what I think.
Okay. Let him go.
Martin hangs up. He turns to Fat Tony.
You got a water?
INT. SAM’S BATHROOM – NIGHT
Sam is examining the bruises from the pummeling today in the mirror.
Sam takes out his shaving supplies. Badger hair brush, apothecary mug and straight razor. He whips up a lather with the brush and applies the lather.
Sam grabs out the straight razor and begins shaving. The woman appears behind him and starts to guide his hand down the cheek. Down the chin. Across the throat..
..the phone rings. The woman is gone.
INT. BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
It’s not your money.
Bullshit it ain’t.
You still owe. I’ll give you another week.
You’re out of yo…
Jimmy hangs up cutting him off.
Sam looks at the phone.
Sam slams the phone onto the receiver.