Bound Page #4

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Corky puts a cigarette in her mouth and lights it.

SUE:

Like sh*t. Now that we're all caught

up, how about a drink?

Sue opens the refrigerator and pulls out two Old Styles.

CORKY:

Thanks.

They click the bottles together and drink.

SUE:

You got a job yet?

CORKY:

Yeah. Some plumbing, painting and

sh*t.

Sue laughs.

SUE:

I mean a J-O-B. A real job.

CORKY:

Not for me, Sue. I'm straight and

narrow. I'm just here to get laid

or drunk and hopefully both.

Corky gets off the stool.

CORKY:

Thanks for the beer.

Looking around, she sees a woman alone at one of the back

tables. Through the smoky din, she bears a slight resemblance

to Violet.

The woman is dressed all in black, including a leather jacket.

Smiling, Corky slides into the chair beside her. There is

no one smoother.

CORKY:

Hi.

WOMAN:

Hello.

CORKY:

You know ... that outfit would look

great on my bedroom floor.

The woman smiles just as someone taps Corky on the shoulder.

She turns and is face-to-face with a large bull of a woman

in a heavy leather Chicago Police jacket. She is more wide

than fat.

WOMAN COP:

Hey, Jesse. What's happening here?

CORKY:

Nothing ... yet.

WOMAN COP:

Who's this?

Her coat opens as she puts her hands on her hips. A service

revolver is clipped to her belt.

She squints at Corky, her head nodding in recognition.

WOMAN COP:

Wait, I know you.

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