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VIOLET:

If those quarters fell to the floor,

would you still reach up to that

cash register?

Corky stares at her, knowing where this is going. She glances

around the crowded bar.

CORKY:

Not here.

EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT

Corky's truck sits in a gravel parking lot.

INT. CORKY'S TRUCK - DAY

Through the back window of the truck, Violet and Corky are

silhouettes against the street light.

VIOLET:

Caesar is going to get the money and

bring --

CORKY:

How much money?

VIOLET:

Shelly said it was over two million

dollars.

Corky quietly swallows that pill. It begins to rain.

VIOLET:

Caesar will bring it to the apartment

to count and go through |Shelly's

books to figure out how he did it.

CORKY:

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Do

you have any idea what you are saying?

You are asking me to help you f***

the mob.

Violet nods.

CORKY:

These people are serious, Violet.

If you want to know how serious, ask

Shelly. They're worse than any cop

because they have lots of money and

no rules. You f*** them, you've got

to do it right.

VIOLET:

That's why I need your help. You

said you were good.

CORKY:

I am, but ...

She knows Violet is challenging her.

CORKY:

All right, let's say for the moment

that I believe everything you are

saying.

VIOLET:

You think I'm lying?

CORKY:

I didn't say that, but since you

did, let's say that you are. It

would have been easy to set Shelly

up. You could have got him killed

knowing that Caesar would bring the

money to the apartment.

Violet stares, her face poker-blank.

CORKY:

All you would need to keep yourself

clean would be someone unconnected,

someone like me.

VIOLET:

Is that what you think?

CORKY:

I'm just making a point. You have

no idea what you're asking. How

much trust two people need to do

something like this.

She moves closer to Violet, the sound of the rain beating

against the metal cab.

CORKY:

For me, stealing is a lot like sex.

Two people that want the same thing

sit in a room and they talk, they

start to plan and it's like flirting,

a kind of foreplay, because the more

they talk about it, the wetter they

get.

She stops.

CORKY:

The difference is, I can have sex

with someone I just met, someone I

hardly know, but to steal I need to

know someone like I know myself.

VIOLET:

Do you think you know me like that?

CORKY:

I think ...

They are close enough to kiss.

CORKY:

We're going to find out.

Corky pulls back.

CORKY:

But first, I want to see this money.

INT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Violet springs from the couch as the front door crashes open,

Caesar charging in. He is doubled over, clutching something

to his stomach.

He rushes to the kitchen, dumping a bloody bundle into the

double sink. There is blood everywhere, smeared up and down

Caesar's front.

VIOLET:

Oh my God ...

Violet takes a step toward him, unsure of what has happened.

CAESAR:

Don't worry. It ain't mine.

He pulls a bottle of whiskey and a glass from the cupboard.

VIOLET:

Caesar, what happened?

CAESAR:

It was unbelievable! Un-f***ing-

believable!

He pours himeslf a shot, belting it back.

CAESAR:

Goddammit, look at this shirt! It's

ruined!

He begins unbuttoning the bloody shirt.

CAESAR:

It started when Shelly took us to

the money. I tell you, Mickey Malnato

knows his sh*t, he does. Shelly

takes us right there.

He throws down another shot.

CAESAR:

So Shelly's down on his knees and

he's pulling out this bag of money

from a safe in the floor and I'm

staring at it like "holy f***!" I

mean, look at it --

He tears open the bloody bag, wet money bricks spilling out.

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