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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

The closet doors burst open as Corky fights her way out.

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - NIGHT

Caesar sees the buckets of paint.

He rips the lid from the nearest and kicks it over. Paint

spills out across the floor.

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Suddenly Corky stops; something has caught her eye. We drop

down, focusing on what she is staring at --

The clippers.

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - NIGHT

He kicks over the second bucket and the bag tumbles out with

the rushing flow of paint.

CAESAR:

Yes!

He turns to Violet, who is already running out the door.

CAESAR:

No!

INT. HALL - NIGHT

Violet turns down the hall, bare feet beating against the

floor.

Caesar slices out of the room behind her.

CAESAR:

Violet!

He aims the gun as she hurls her self into the emergency

door.

CAESAR:

F***!

INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT

She flies, hands on the rail, spiraling down each flight as

he charges after her.

CAESAR:

Goddammit, Violet! Stop! Now!

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Straining, Corky's fingers curl around the handle of the

clippers.

INT. LOBBY - NIGHT

Violet smashes through the door, but instead of turning to

the main doors, she runs straight for the elevators.

She pounds the button and waits.

VIOLET:

Come on. Come on, please.

She hears Caesar coming just as the elevator opens.

Caesar crashes out of the stair door, running toward the

exit. When he doesn't see Violet, he turns to the sound of

the elevator --

And catches a glimpse of her as the doors close.

CAESAR:

Oh, you b*tch. You f***ing b*tch.

Taking a really deep breath, he throws open the door to the

stairs.

INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT

Violet takes Johnnie's cellular phone from the robe pocket

and dials a number.

Mickey answers on the car phone.

VIOLET:

Mickey! Oh God, Mickey!

MICKEY (V.O.)

Violet?

Whispering, she acts terrified.

VIOLET:

He made me help him, Mickey, God, I

was so afraid. It was Caesar, all

Caesar. You have to help me. He's

coming - Oh God!

She hangs up, eyes blazing.

INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT

Sweat pouring off him, Caesar climbs the stairs.

INT. HALL - NIGHT

The elevator opens, Violet bolts out. She runs down the

hall, past the empty apartment, back to her door.

VIOLET:

Corky?

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - NIGHT

She rushes to the bedroom, where she finds the coils of cut

rope.

VIOLET:

Corky!

She looks at the wall separating the apartment.

INT. HALL - NIGHT

Caesar half-falls out of the stair door, drenched with sweat.

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT

Gun ready, Caesar throws open the door.

Spread out like a pond of milk is the spilled paint, but --

The money is gone.

Leading away from the white pool are boot prints and the

drip trail of the plastic bag.

The tracks lead to the bathroom.

Caesar kicks open the bathroom door and finds the bag of

money next to Corky's empty boots.

Over his shoulder we see Corky already swinging a massive

pipe wrench.

At the last second he is able to duck, falling to the ground

as --

The doorjamb splinters with a terrible metal crunch.

Before he can recover and shoot, she brings the wrench down

on his arm.

He screams as the gun hits the floor.

She kicks it, sending it skidding, hydroplaning across the

paint pool to the other side, leaving a jet trail of white

swirls and spirals on the wood floor.

They fight, Corky raining blows onto his back and flailing

arm until --

He catches her foot, flipping her as he clambers up.

Scrambling across the paint, slipping, crawling for the gun

when --

Violet bursts in, pointing the gun from the freezer.

VIOLET:

Stop!

Caesar, on hands and knees, looks at her, then at his gun

still out of reach.

VIOLET:

It's over, Caesar. I called Mickey.

He's on his way.

Violet stands for long time, the gun trained carefully on

him as he rises from the floor.

Panting, Caesar watches her like a mad dog.

VIOLET:

Get out of here, Caesar. If you

want to live you had better start

running.

He smiles.

CAESAR:

All these years and you still don't

know me, Violet.

She glances down and sees the paint-covered gun.

CAESAR:

But I know you.

He turns to the gun.

VIOLET:

Caesar, don't.

CAESAR:

What are you going to do, V? Shoot

me? Kill me in cold blood? I don't

think so. I'll tell you why. If

you had it in you to pull that

trigger, you would have done it a

long time ago. If I was you, I would

have killed me the minute I brought

the money home. But you didn't and

I know why, because you don't want

to kill me. Do you, V? Do you?

No, I know you don't.

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