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Jack sips on his coffee. Comfortably alone in his booth. | |
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And draws near.
BILLY Jack MacMurray? |
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JACK Take a seat. |
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BILLY I'm good. |
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JACK (unimpressed) Take a seat.
Billy sits down.
JACK (CONT'D) Want a cup of coffee?
BILLY No.
Jack gestures to the WAITRESS.
JACK Hey Beth, can you get my friend a cup of coffee. |
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WAITRESS (BETH) I'll get right on it Sugar. |
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JACK So Fred sent you to "take care of me."
No response.
JACK (CONT'D) Tells you how little Fred thinks of me. (beat) You lost your strategic advantage when you walked through the front door. Side door doesn't have a bell, and you would've come in behind me. Next time, case the joint first. (beat) But who am I to be giving lessons? What can I do for you, Mr. Speck? |
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Billy takes out the postcard, pushes it across the table.
BILLY Greta Glade, you know her?
JACK I've seen her around... Fred in particular.
BILLY She's... put herself in a situation.
JACK Haven't we all. Isn't that why we're sitting here?
BILLY I want to get her out of it.
JACK Says one dead man to another. Not much either of us can do but go through Fred's motions.
BILLY Can you get Greta out of town? Away from Fred and his people.
JACK If I can?
BILLY I don't shoot you in the nuts right now.
JACK Tough negotiation. Fred will come after you once he's done with me.
Billy smiles.
BILLY I don't know about that.
Billy gets up, walks out of the diner. Jack considers the postcard. |
BILLY (CONT'D) Going against Fred... Is it worth it?
JACK It was for me.
It's a satisfactory answer. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Jack slumps over, dead. Shot from beneath the table. |
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Billy stands up, nonchalantly leaves the diner even as the staff and other customers scream and run in fear. |
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