INT:
Richard pulls up in an old Camino where Sisco waits outside an abandoned warehouse.
Richard
(Rounds the car, flicking a cigarette at Sisco’s chest and pulls his gun pointing it at Sisco)
Where’s the fucking money?
Sisco
(pats his pockets and shrugs with a smug smile)
I don’t seem to have it here.
Richard
(Leans in suspiciously and presses the gun to Sisco’s temple)
This is about her again? Fuck, Sisco, you were never going to see this through, were you? Leave it to you to make your one grand stand about pussy.
Sisco
(Presses his head against the gun to urge Richard to shoot)
You can have the fucking girl, but you’ll never see a dime of the money. Do it.
Richard
You have got to be shitting me. She came onto me, man.
Sisco
Don’t bother. It’s all over.
Richard
It’s not my fault your bride couldn’t keep her fucking hands to herself.
Two gunshots sound. Sisco falls to the ground.
Richard
(looks at the shooter who stands behind Sisco’s lifeless body)
What the fuck did you do?
I’m unimpressed as I read on for a few more pages already knowing Lucas is going to pass.
“What do you think?” he says, looking down to me.
“You know it’s crap. I can’t believe you entertained it this long.”
He gives me his first genuine smile in days and tosses the script to the floor. “You shouldn’t be so quick to judge. It has decent bones. Somebody worked their ass off on that script.”
He flips me so I’m pinned beneath him.
“I know you’re looking to switch things up,” I say breathlessly as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. “But that’s not the one.”