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Huddled in a corner, Violet watches him.

CAESAR:

I can't wait to see the look on

Caesar's face when he finds out.

Caesar moves from the front door, trying to get into Johnnie's

head.

CAESAR:

Now I don't have much time ...

He takes a couple of steps into the room.

CAESAR:

Got to put it someplace safe ...

He looks at a closet. It's gutted, searched 10 times already.

CAESAR:

... put it ...

A couple more uneasy steps and he looks at a large over-turned

rolltop desk.

CAESAR:

... got it ...

He starts looking around the room as if he is seeing for the

first time that it is destroyed. He is near the breaking

point.

VIOLET:

C?

His voice cracks. There is nowhere else to look.

CAESAR:

Where did I put it?

He explodes. A terra cotta lamp sails across the room.

CAESAR:

Where's my f***ing money?! F***ing

cocksuckers! Where the f*** is it?!

He smashes his forehead into the wall, denting the drywall.

CAESAR:

Ow.

He holds his head, sinking to the ground.

VIOLET:

C?

She sits next to him, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder.

VIOLET:

It's not here, Caesar.

CAESAR:

Where, then?

VIOLET:

I don't know. it could be anywhere.

We don't even know if he was alone.

Please, Caesar, we don't have much

time. Let's get out of here.

He knows what he has to do. Digging through the debris, he

finds the phone.

VIOLET:

What are you doing?

CAESAR:

We're going to need some time.

VIOLET:

Who are you going to call?

Already dialing, he does not answer

VIOLET:

Caesar?

Ceaar takes a deep breath, mustering composure.

MICKEY (V.O.)

Yeah?

CAESAR:

Hey, Mickey.

VIOLET:

Oh, God.

MICKEY (V.O.)

Caesar? What the f*** time is it?

CAESAR:

Mick, I know it's late, but there is

a problem. They haven't shown up

yet.

MICKEY (V.O.)

What? They ain't there?

CAESAR:

No. I don't know where they are. I

even called over at Johnnie's, but

no answer.

MICKEY (V.O.)

Okay. Let me call around. I'll see

what I can do. Don't go anywhere,

okay?

CAESAR:

Okay, sure, Mick.

MICKEY (V.O.)

Caesar, you still got the money?

Caesar looks at Violet.

CAESAR:

Yeah, Mick. I've got the money.

I'm staring right at it.

MICKEY (V.O.)

Good. Sit tight. I'll call you.

He hangs up.

INT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Caesar drags himself in. Violet closes the door behind them.

Caesar moves into the room where it happened. He is dizzy

and confused and does not want to be here.

Violet turns him around.

VIOLET:

I'll start packing. You know what

you have to do.

She turns him toward the bathroom. He nods.

CAESAR:

I can use Johnnie's car, dump it in

Lake Michigan ... I need plastic

bags ... tape and rope ...

VIOLET:

Just hurry.

Nodding, he heads for the kitchen.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Violet enters and goes straight for the phone. She looks at

the blank wall as she dials.

VIOLET:

Please, Corky ...

The phone rings.

When Corky answers, Violet almost collapses with relief.

VIOLET:

Oh, thank God.

CORKY:

I'm still here.

VIOLET:

I was so afraid you ...

CORKY:

You don't quit on me, Violet, and I

won't quit on you.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

A box of Hefty bags tucked under his arm, a coil of

clothesline in his hand, Caesar searches through several

cabinets.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Violet glances at the door.

VIOLET:

Corky, it worked! He's going to

run. He needs to take care of the

bodies to buy himself time, but as

soon as he leaves, it's over.

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - NIGHT

Corky falls against the wall.

VIOLET (V.O.)

just a little longer and it's ours.

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