(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.

FAT TONY
Everything okay, boss?

MARTIN
Hmm? Yeah.

Martin pulls out the phone and dials.

JIMMY (PHONE/OVER)
Yeah?

MARTIN
I’m getting nothing from him, boss.

JIMMY (PHONE/OVER)
He ain’t talking?

MARTIN
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.

JIMMY (PHONE/OVER)
What about the case?

MARTIN
He says he found it in a dumpster. In a dumpster near where Sam said he put it, but not the same one.

JIMMY (PHONE/OVER)
So, someone else found it, took the cash and dumped the case?

MARTIN
That’s what I think.

JIMMY (PHONE/OVER)
Okay. Let him go.

Martin hangs up. He turns to Fat Tony.

MARTIN
You got a water?

CUT TO:

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

SAM
Hello?

JIMMY (PHONE/OVER)
It’s not your money.

SAM
Bullshit it ain’t.

JIMMY (PHONE/OVER)
You still owe. I’ll give you another week.

SAM
You’re out of yo…

Jimmy hangs up cutting him off.

Sam looks at the phone.

SAM
Fuck!

Sam slams the phone onto the receiver.