| The Way Out |
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| OPEN: From an extreme angle we see a cartoon playing on a TV; the image is distorted because our view is so close. Camera zooms out and pans to The Dealer who sleeps with his head on a desk. He is awakened by loud knocking at his door. |
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| The Dealer's desk is scattered with white powder, some in plastic baggies, some spilled in little piles. Also on the desk are squares of white paper, random bills of money, and various other paraphernalia. Still a little disoriented from sleep he looks around from his position at the desk until the door is again pounded upon from outside. Suddenly alert he begins to gather the packets of white powder on his desk. |
| THE PUSHER (from HALL) Open up in there! In the hall outside The Dealer's room The Pusher beats on the door. THE PUSHER We've got a little business deal to work out pal! You're late for the last time! Back in his room The Dealer scoops up the last rolls of cash and the last of the cocaine and dumps them in a briefcase. As he finishes packing, he pauses to grab a small wooden crucifix - nothing more than a trinket in years past, it is now something to cling to as he struggles to find meaning in his life. He opens his window as The Pusher keeps yelling. |
| THE PUSHER (from HALL) Alright, if you don't open up in five seconds, you get seriously messed up. As The Pusher counts down from five The Dealer tosses his briefcase through the window, then follows it out. Looking over his shoulder he takes off at something between a fast walk and a slow jog. As he finds his way onto a route of uncertain destination he resumes a normal gait. We follow at a respectful distance as his inner monologue takes over. |