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MICKEY:

That Violet is one nice lady. Wish

someone would help me relax.

CAESAR:

Sh*t, Mick, come on in, let me get

you a drink. Sit down, Lou.

Behind the bar, he sets down the towel be was holding and we

see the gun hidden inside it.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Violet watches through a sliver of open door, her mind already

working.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Caesar is making the drinks.

MICKEY:

We was worried about you, Cease.

CAESAR:

Me? Why?

MICKEY:

We went over to Johnnie's place just

to check it out and it was busted

up, Bad.

Caesar hands him a drink.

MICKEY:

I started thinking maybe it's about

the money so I call you, but all I

get is the busy signal. I figure

the phone is off the hook, that's

why I come rushing over here.

CAESAR:

Oh Christ, the phone ... That was a

f***ing stupid thing to do, wasn't

it?

MICKEY:

Hey, if Violet was helping me relax,

I'd probably do the same thing.

Mickey smiles as he sips his drink.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Violet stands and goes to the shower curtain. She reaches

in and turns off the water. Steadying herself, she pulls

back the curtain, exposing the wet, bloody bodies.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Mickey is looking at the furniture.

MICKEY:

Cease, can I ask you something?

CAESAR:

Yeah.

MICKEY:

Why'd you move all the furniture

around?

The knot in Caesar's stomach tightens.

MICKEY:

Let me guess. That was Violet's

idea, too.

He laughs, and Lou laughs with him.

CAESAR:

Actually, yeah, she was nervous about

Gino coming, wanted everything to

look right. You know women, Mick.

MICKEY:

Sure, Cease. They make us do stupid

things, don't they.

Caesar smiles feebly.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Violet has pulled up Johnnie's body and is digging through

his coat pockets, searching for something.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Mickey sees the briefcase still on the coffee table.

MICKEY:

Is that the money?

CAESAR:

Yeah, that's it.

Caesar puts his hand inside the towel as Mickey walks across

the rug.

MICKEY:

That f***ing Shelly. I gotta hand

it to the guy, but Jesus, if I were

him I would have bailed a long time

ago. I mean, how much money does a

man need?

Talking to Lou, be picks up the case and walks back, somehwo

moving right between the wet spots.

MICKEY:

I remember I was just staring at all

this goddamn money, Shelly down on

his knees, and the next thing I know,

Johnnie just blows his head off.

He slaps the case up onto the bar.

MICKEY:

What a f***ing mess. Johnnie's

laughing his ass off and that's when

Caesar lost it and - Boom. He

coldcocked him. F***ing coldcocks

Johnnie Marzzone.

He thumbs the latches but the case is still locked.

MICKEY:

Hey, Caesar, where's the key?

CAESAR:

The key, yeah, the key's in my pants

in the bathroom.

MICKEY:

F*** it, I don't need the key.

Caesar takes the smallest breath.

MICKEY:

I didn't need a key to get in here,

did I?

He pulls out a lock-pick and starts working the lock. The

muscles in Caesar's forearm bulge as he tightly squeezes his

gun.

He is slipping toward that same desperate choice. He is

going to attack when --

Across the room, the phone rings.

Everyone looks at it.

MICKEY:

Who the hell could that be?

The phone is near the couch. Caesar doesn't want to let go

of the gun.

The phone continues to ring.

MICKEY:

You gonna answer it?

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Violet has Johnnie's cellular phone.

Watching through the cracked door, Violet sees Caesar cross

to answer the phone.

CESAR (V.O.)

Hello?

VIOLET:

Hello, Caesar. This is Gino.

Caesar looks toward the bathroom.

CAESAR (V.O.)

What?

VIOLET:

You're blowing your only chance.

Act like I'm Gino.

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