Bound Page #6
CORKY:
Caesar's Mafia, isn't he?
VIOLET:
You have to ask?
CORKY:
No.
VIOLET:
Funny, nobody calls it that anymore.
Caesar calls it "The |Business."
CORKY:
How did you meet him?
VIOLET:
They took over a club I was working
at. Caesar started managing it.
CORKY:
He's a launderer?
VIOLET:
Basically.
CORKY:
How long have you been with him?
VIOLET:
Almost five years.
CORKY:
Five years is a long time.
VIOLET:
Yes, it is.
Corky stares at her beer. She knows what Violet is thinking.
CORKY:
The redistribution of wealth.
VIOLET:
What?
CORKY:
Isn't that what you wanted to know?
What I did time for?
VIOLET:
The redistribution of wealth?
CORKY:
That's what I tell someone when I'm
trying to get them in my bed.
VIOLET:
I'm already in your bed.
CORKY:
My cellmate would say she did her
time for getting caught. She was
always more honest than me.
Corky sips her beer.
CORKY:
I started stealing when I was little.
We were piss-poor, which is not an
excuse, just a fact.
It isn't like her to talk about this, especially with someone
she just met.
CORKY:
The first time I remember so vividly.
A bunch of us kids were at Waxman's
Drugstore, when Mr. Waxman, who was
a mean old prick, always worrying
about us robbing him, dropped a roll
of quarters.
We can almost hear the coins tinkling on the tile floor.
CORKY:
I can still hear that sound, those
quarters, because right then something
clicked inside of me. Some instinct
took over and as everyone, including
Waxman, dove down, I reached up and
emptied the cash register.
Violet smiles. She likes this woman.
CORKY:
I gave most of the money to my mom.
I told her I found it at the
trainyard. She was so happy she
cried, calling me her lucky charm.
Fifteen years later, I guess my luck
ran out.
Sbe swallows that with beer.
CORKY:
Sometimes I tell myself that I didn't
have a choice, that stealing was
surviving. Usually I can admit that's
bullshit. I did it because it was a
way out. It was easy and I was good
at it, real good.
She glances at Violet.
CORKY:
I don't usually talk this much. I
guess I have been rehabilitated.
Violet laughs.
VIOLET:
You didn't have to tell me if you
didn't want to.
CORKY:
I guess I wanted to.
VIOLET:
I'm glad you did.
CORKY:
So am I.
EXT. PARKING LOT DAY
Corky gets out of her truck carrying her tools. Grinning
like someone who has been well-laid, she whistles off to
work.
EXT. LOBBY - DAY
Between the main doors she sees a man. His name is SHELLY
and he is an overdressed accountant.
He is very nervous, talking to someone through the intercom.
SHELLY:
I know he's gone. Please. I have
to talk to you.
Fiddling with her keys, Corky recognizes the voice that
answers him.
VIOLET (V.O.)
What do you want, Shelly?
Shelly glances over his shoulder at Corky, answering in a
hushed voice.
SHELLY:
I have to leave. Tonight.
For a moment the intercom is silent. Then the door buzzes
and Shelly pushes inside. Corky follows him to the elevator.
INT. ELEVATOR - DAY
Corky glares at Shelly and begins pumping the trigger of her
circular saw.
Shelly hides behind his sunglasses, watching the elevator
numbers go up. The doors open and he scurries out.
INT. HALL - DAY
She watches him enter Caesar's apartment, her smile now
completely gone.
INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - DAY
It is later. Through the wall we listen to the same sound
as before of two people making love. We drop down and find
Corky's brush, still wet with paint, abandoned in her tray.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Her face glistening with sweat, Violet climaxes, letting the
orgasm spread through her like melting butter.
VIOLET:
I had this image of you, inside of
me ...
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