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HORRACE:

(not backing down)

Excuse --

JESS:

(interrupts the

conflict)

C'mon, Ho. We're late.

HORRACE:

Yeah. We got money to make. See you

around, Bobby. You make a good

puttanesca. Mmmmm-mmmm. You should

make that sh*t for a living.

They leave. Bobby looks at Chloe, who spits out the cheese

sandwich.

FADE OUT:

The DIALOGUE PRELAPS over a BLACK SCREEN...

MAX:

This is the last time I speak to

either of you in person about work

related matters. All of our

interactions in the future will be

social. If you have any questions

about anything work related, you

will direct them to Ruiz. He has my

full confidence.

FADE UP on...

INT. MAX'S OFFICE - VAN NUYS - DAY

Max sits behind his desk as he briefs Bobby and Ricky. Bobby

wears sweats. Ricky wears a suit. Max speaks with a directness

suggesting gravity. He lays down two MANILA ENVELOPES. The

two guys pick them up.

MAX:

Everything you need or need to know

is in these envelopes. Do not --

Ricky starts to tear his envelope open.

MAX:

open the envelopes until you have

left this office.

Ricky sheepishly draws a length of scotch tape from Max's

desk set dispenser.

Mid-pull, he becomes self-conscious and asks for permission.

RICKY:

Can I borrow a piece of --

MAX:

Go ahead. Open the f***in things.

You should each find fifteen hundred --

They tear open the envelopes. Ricky's flies apart, sending a

stack of crisp new Franklin HUNDREDS falling from the air

like a New England autumn morning.

MAX:

dollars in c-notes, a numeric pager,

a double-A battery, and a first class

round-trip ticket to JFK.

RICKY:

We're going to New York?

MAX:

(with detectable

condescension)

Yes. You're going to New York.

RICKY:

And the money. Where do we bring the

money?

MAX:

That money is your per diem.

RICKY:

And where do we bring it?

BOBBY:

It's ours.

RICKY:

To keep?

MAX:

Yes, for expenses and such. Now,

you'll be contacted on your pager as

to where you should go. You each

have been given an extra battery, so

there is absolutely no excuse as to

why a page would not be immediately

returned. Am I making myself

abundantly clear?

BOBBY:

Yeah.

RICKY:

Yeah.

MAX:

You will not carry any other pagers

with you. You will not carry anything,

for that matter, that I have not

just given you.

RICKY:

Keys.

MAX:

What?

RICKY:

What about my keys?

MAX:

You can carry your keys. You will

not mention my name or imply that

you are in my employ. You will not

speak to anyone while you are working.

When you are not working, you are

considered to be 'on call' and

available twenty-four hours a day.

This means you will not get drunk or

do anything that will prevent you

from operating in a professional

manner. There is already a number in

your pager's memory. It is a car

service. When they ask you what

account, you will respond: 'Cardiff

Giant.' They will pick you up and

take you anywhere you need to go. In

other words, there is no reason why

you should not reach any destination

that you will be called upon to reach

within fifteen minutes. Do you see a

pattern forming?

RICKY:

Yes.

BOBBY:

Yes.

MAX:

What is it?

BOBBY:

You want --

MAX:

Not you. I want Ricky to answer.

RICKY:

I get it.

MAX:

Tell me.

RICKY:

Don't worry. I get it.

MAX:

So tell me how it is.

RICKY:

You want... Why are you picking on

me?

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