You really want two hundred dollars
worth, baby?
KILLER:.
Every penny of it.
The ·Btack Ma..'!'l nods, then as he gets an old cane-bottom chair
from. the shadows: .•
BLACK MAM:
Might as well be_ comfortable.
426. AN0 J.1.HER ANGLE 426.
..
The Black Man puts the chair against one of' the b:.g crates;
indicates that the Killer should sit. The Killer does so 9
almost like a patient awaiting a dentist. The Black Man
moves up to him,. towering over the s1. tting ma.n 9 then his
fist lashes out savagely,. catching the Killer in the face.
ANOTHER AUGLE
as the Killer's head is rocked back against the crate 9 his shattered nose gushing blood. He is locking at the Bl~ck Man.
428. ANOTHER ANGLE 428.
as the Killer waits, the 'Black Man now starts to beat the
sitting mah methodically .. A professional beating 1 cruel,
calculated, painful,. and bloody. The Killer slips f~om the
chair. The Black Man puts him back, resumes the beating.
ANOTHER ANGLE 429.
as the beating continues, the Black Han holding the Killer
with one hand as he continues the beating. There is no
other sound but the whoosh of air froM the Killer's lungs,
the heavy breathing of the_ Black Man., and the crack of •
1eathe~ed fist on flesh. >
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99,.
4300 ANOTHER ANGL~
as at last,· the Killer is knocked. from the chair, and
this time the Black Man does not put him back in the chair. 1
Instead, he looks down at the Man on the floor.
BLACK MAM:
You sure you want the rest?
The Killer raises his head, his face bloody beyond recbg=
nition, the eyes black al"'d half.mad with paino He whispers I
hoarsely:
KILLER:
Every penny's worth -- you black
'I
son-of-a ...bi tcho
BLACK MAll:
Two hundred dollars wortho Coming
UPo
The Black Msn. kicks the Killer inthe ribs 9 no fun and
games, meaning to break themo The Killer tries not to
scream(! The Black Man kicks him a.gain, then a third time o •
At lastp the Killer screams in e.gonyo He is lying there
sobbing on the dusty wooden warehouse floor o •
BLACK MA.N:
Two bills worth. Exactly~
431. ANOTHER ANGLE - THE BLACK MAN 4310
as he leans down e.nd picks up the Killer. end carries him to
the warehouse door. He opens the.door and grabs a hnndful
of the Killer 7 s shirt, holding him up with one hand as he
draws back the ether.
BLACK M..AN:
This orie's on th~ house.
The Black Man hits the Killer in the face, sending him
reeling out of the warehouse and into the streeto The Black
Man disappears, snd we HOLD, through the open warehouse
door, on the crumpled figure of the Killer, lying in the
street.
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