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FADE IN:


INT. APARTMENT - NIGHT.


The place has been ransacked - furniture overturned, drawers
pulled out and the contents strewn all over the floor, the
works.


Amidst these ruins lies a photo still half in its shattered
frame: a couple smiling widely for the camera, happy and
carefree.


CUT TO:


INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT.


CASEY, 33, the woman in the photograph, is pacing the length
of the room. She is clutching a cellphone which she checks
compulsively as she strides up and down, up and down.


CASEY
(mutters)


Fuck’s sake, Duke, where are you?


CUT TO:


INT. HOTEL ROOM - LATER.


DUKE, late thirties, the other half of the couple in the
picture, has arrived.


CASEY


What the fuck took you so long!?


DUKE


Sorry, baby, I had to get some
stuff together and -


CASEY


- ’some stuff’? Duke, these
guys...we don’t have time to be
fucking around with ’stuff’!


DUKE


I KNOW! But we can’t just...just
leave with the clothes on our
backs, can we? We won’t get five
miles outside the city without money!


2.


He pulls a pack of Marlboro’s out of his coat pocket along
with a lighter, and tries to light one of the cigarettes but
his hands are shaking too badly.


Casey, relenting, plucks the lighter out of his hand and
lights the Marlboro dangling from between his lips.


Duke takes a grateful drag and exhales. That’s better.


DUKE
(contrite)


Thanks.


She smiles, although rather tremulously. They are still
scared shitless.


DUKE


Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Casey. I
promise.


In response, Casey takes Dukes hand and leads him to the
bed. He sinks down to sit on the edge. Casey remains
standing.


She draws him into a hug.


Her smile hardens.


We hear a MUTED GUNSHOT.


CUT TO:


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