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CAESAR:

And all I can think is how the f***

did he do this when - Bang! Johnnie

caps him. Blood sprays everywhere,

all over the money. We've no idea

if this is even all of it.

Caesar is exasperated.

CAESAR:

And right then I go through the roof

and - Boom! I belt the dumb f*** as

hard as I can. I didn't care whose

son he was, I just wanted to hit him

again. Knock some sense into that

dumb son of a b*tch.

He looks at the pile of bloody money.

CAESAR:

Just look at this mess I got to deal

with.

VIOLET:

What are you going to do with it?

CAESAR:

I told them to run it through the

cycles. But I guess Gino has plans

for it because he's coming here

tomorrow night to pick this sh*t up.

Searching through a sink cabinet, he can't find what he needs.

CAESAR:

Where the hell's the laundry

detergent?

VIOLET:

Ummm ... in the linen closet.

Caesar walks down the ball to the bathroom. Violet's eyes

do not move from the pile of money.

Corky seems to come from nowhere. She whispers.

CORKY:

Come to my place in the morning.

Early, okay?

Violet nods.

INT. CLOSET - NIGHT

Corky's hands twitch, and then flex against the ropes that

bind them.

A reflex echoes through her body, muscles spasm and limbs

jerk against their bonds.

As if in a dream, she struggles, trying to get free, fighting

toward the edge of consciousness until --

She seems to succumb, slipping back into stillness.

We move toward her face, her closed eyes as we again hear

the voices in her head.

VIOLET (V.O.)

You're having second thoughts.

INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Violet is on the bed, Corky at the window.

CORKY:

... no.

She turns to Violet.

CORKY:

You said he washed the money?

VIOLET:

Yeah.

CORKY:

Then what? Exactly.

VIOLET:

He hung it up.

CORKY:

What?

VIOLET:

To let it dry.

She begins to focus on the memory.

VIOLET:

It was unreal ...

Moving in on her face.

MATCH CUT TO:

Benjamin Franklin's face on a hundred-dollar bill.

INT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Franklin's face rotates as we pull back, seeing rows of bills

carefully paper-clipped to lines of string.

VIOLET (V.O.)

Hundreds, paper-clipped everywhere

like leaves.

Eyes filled with green, Violet turns inside the laundry lines

of money until she sees Caesar.

Wearing his undershirt, he is across the room standing at

the ironing board, ironing every single bill.

He seems to have one eye on her, one eye on his work.

VIOLET (V.O.)

Then one by one, he ironed all of

it.

He sprays starch across several bills and presses the steaming

iron to them.

CORKY (V.O.)

Did he sleep?

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Violet is in bed, unable to sleep, listening to the machine-

shuffle of Caesar's bill counter.

VIOLET (V.O.)

No. But neither did I.

We move past her, floating toward the wall.

VIOLET (V.O.)

All night long I listened to that

sound.

INT. OFFICE - NIGHT

We drift across Caesar's desk, past bricks of bound bills,

as Caesar folds the paper tape around another stack.

CORKY (V.O.)

What sound?

He hits the counter again and we hear the sound, now very

loud as hundreds blur by, fluttering beneath us.

VIOLET (V.O.)

The sound of money.

The sound rolls into thunder --

INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT - DAY

That seems to shake the apartment.

CORKY:

And where is it now?

VIOLET:

In his office. I saw it this morning.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

Violet cautiously enters the office with a cup of coffee.

Working furiously at the computer, Caesar jumps when he sees

her, bloodshot eyes animal-wide.

He checks his watch as she sets the coffee in front of him.

VIOLET:

I need to go to the store.

He nods automatically, back in his work, as she sees the

briefcase filled with perfect rows of hundreds.

VIOLET (V.O.)

It's in a case, on his desk.

CORKY (V.O.)

Does the case lock?

We see the open top with its silver flip-over locks.

INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Violet is trying to remember.

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