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Corky shakes his hand.

CAESAR:

You're helping Rajeev?

CORKY:

No. Rajeev's in India.

VIOLET:

She's doing the work herself.

CAESAR:

No sh*t. Bianchinni hired you? You

know he's a good friend of mine.

|Family, really.

CORKY:

That's what Violet said.

He looks at her as if he knows something.

CAESAR:

So, you just got out?

VIOLET:

Jesus, Caesar!

CAESAR:

What? It ain't no big f***in' deal.

I know who Don hires. Did you know

he did time himself?

Corky shakes her head.

CAESAR:

Thirteen f***ing years. See, there

ain't no secrets here.

Corky doesn't like this man.

CAESAR:

How many'd you do?

CORKY:

Five.

He whistles.

CAESAR:

Not bad. What for?

VIOLET:

That's none of your goddamn business,

Caesar.

CAESAR:

You're right. You don't have to

tell me, if you don't want to. I

just hope you understand you're among

good people here.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a thick fold of

money and peels several hundreds. Corky stares at it.

CAESAR:

Come on, come on. if you understand

what I'm talking about you're going

to take the money. if you don't,

I'm going to have to worry about

you.

Corky takes it. Caesar smiles.

CAESAR:

Good. I hate to worry. I got ulcers.

CORKY:

I should be going.

CAESAR:

What? How about a drink?

CORKY:

My brushes, I have to clean my

brushes. Thanks, though.

CAESAR:

Another time.

CORKY:

Sure.

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - NIGHT

Close on the paintbrush, Corky's fingers pushing through and

separating the black bristles under the running water.

When the brush is clean, she flicks it dry and resets the

edge.

She goes to the sink to wash her hands when she stops,

noticing her left hand.

It is the hand that was between Violet's legs.

She is about to smell her finger when she sees herself in

the mirror.

CORKY:

What are you doing?

She drops her hand.

CORKY:

What am I doing? I'm f***ing up,

that's what I'm doing.

She scrubs her hands clean.

EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT

It is late, the area burnished with amber street light.

Corky walks from the building to her truck.

She climbs inside and slides the key into the ignition, when

suddenly the passenger door opens and --

Violet gets in. Stunned, Corky stares at her.

VIOLET:

I had to see you.

CORKY:

Look, I don't think this is a good

idea.

VIOLET:

I wanted to apologize.

CORKY:

Don't apologize, please. I can't

stand women who apologize for wanting

sex.

Violet smiles.

VIOLET:

I'm not apologizing for what I did --

She slides across the seat.

VIOLET:

I'm apologizing for what I didn't

do.

She kisses Corky, and if Corky is trying to resist, we can't

tell.

The windshield is beginning to steam when Violet, panting,

breaks the kiss.

VIOLET:

Do you have a bed somewhere?

Unable to speak, Corky reaches over and starts the engine.

INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

The sex.

There is nothing flower-scented or out-of-focus about it.

It is sweaty, slippery, body-grinding, bed-squeaking lesbian

sex --

Pungent and potent --

And when it is over, neither woman can move.

Finally, Corky's eyes flutter open.

CORKY:

I can see again.

Violet smiles.

Slowly, Corky gets up and goes to the fridge. She grabs a

beer and presses it to her sweating forebead.

After a moment, she lowers it, gently pressing the cold can

elsewhere. Eyes closed, she lets out a long "Ahh."

Violet hears the sizzle-pop of the beer as Corky returns to

the bed.

She holds the beer to Violet's lips and tilts the can,

watching Violet's throat as she drinks.

Violet's eyes open.

VIOLET:

... I needed that.

CORKY:

Tell me about it.

Corky hands her the beer as Violet sits up a bit.

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