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The neighborhood would be politely described as "rough."

Corky's truck does not stand out parked alone on the littered

street.

INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

It is a hole but it is home.

Corky is lying on her futon staring up at the ceiling, a

beer resting on her stomach; a folk singer quietly croons

from the radio.

We see the ceiling, a circle of light hovering over the small

desk lamp. We move in on the spot, which slowly fills up

the screen until there is nothing but the white light.

Suddenly a wet paint roller loaded with white paint cuts a

swath across the ceiling.

MATCH CUT TO:

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - DAY

Corky is painting the ceiling. The folk ballad has become

an angry Riot Grrrl anthem.

She is working hard, the roller sucking back and forth.

Sweat covers her face.

Dropping the roller down, she reloads it in the tray when

the phone rings. She stops and answers it.

CORKY:

Hello? Oh, hi, Mr. Bianchinni ...

yes, everything is going fine. I

got the tub drain all cleaned out.

She listens for a moment.

CORKY:

What apartment?

She glances at the main wall.

CORKY:

All right, all right, I guess I could

take a look. Yeah, you're welcome,

goodbye.

She hangs up and looks again at the wall, feeling... curious.

INT. HALL - NIGHT

Corky knocks and after a moment Violet opens the door. She

seems surprised.

VIOLET:

Oh no. Sh*t. I didn't know he would

call you. God, you must think |I'm

a total nuisance.

CORKY:

Not exactly.

VIOLET:

I'm sorry, I usually would call

Rajeev, but I didn't know what to do

so I called Mr. Bianchinni.

CORKY:

He said you lost something.

VIOLET:

Yeah, come on in.

She steps back and Corky walks inside.

INT. CAESAR'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Violet leads her through the apartment. It is expensively

furnished with very masculine tastes; a lot of gray and black

leather.

VIOLET:

I was doing some dishes and just as

I pulled the stopper my earring fell

in.

Corky looks at her blankly.

VIOLET:

It's one of my favorites. That's

why I got upset. I know it probably

seems ridiculous to you.

An eyebrow goes up.

VIOLET:

I'm sorry, look, forget it. I

shouldn't have called...

CORKY:

I told Bianchinni I would take a

look. Is it that sink?

Violet nods.

She opens the sink cabinet and pulls out a pair of channel

locks from her back pocket. The teeth of the channel locks

open and bite onto the pressure nut.

CORKY:

Do you have a pot or a bucket?

VIOLET:

Sure.

She hands one down to her. Corky slides it under the curved

pipe.

As she works, Corky feels herself staring at Violet, at the

hem of her dress curving tightly around her thighs.

Water begins to trickle into the pan.

The nut slides loose and Corky tips the trap. Water splashes

into the pan with a soft metal "tink."

VIOLET:

Did you find it?

Corky fishes into gray water and pulls out the earring.

Violet screams, a huge smile on her face, half-falling as

she tries to hug Corky.

VIOLET:

I can't believe it! You did it!

Corky leans back under and replaces the trap.

VIOLET:

Thank you so much. You have to let

me pay you something --

CORKY:

No. Mr. Bianchinni asked me to do

it. I did it.

Corky checks the drain by running the water.

VIOLET:

If you won't take money, how about a

drink? It's getting late. You can't

work all night.

Corky eyes her for a moment.

CORKY:

Okay, one drink.

VIOLET:

What do you want?

CORKY:

A beer?

VIOLET:

A beer. Of course.

She smiles and turns to the bar.

VIOLET:

Sit down.

Corky sits on the black leather couch and Violet returns

with two bottles of Heineken. Corky sneers.

VIOLET:

Thanks again.

They clink the bottles and swig.

VIOLET:

You seem uncomfortable. Do I make

you nervous, Corky?

CORKY:

No.

She looks at Violet, then takes another long pull on the

bottle.

VIOLET:

Thirsty, maybe.

Violet smiles, her eyes again talking for her.

CORKY:

Curious, maybe.

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