shot himself in the game room. That
just blew it for me.
Bow and arrow. Strange.
What are you, doped up or something?
I don't work for you yet, assface.
Don't talk to me like that.
(after a beat)
15 INT. HOUSE - DAY
I commend you on your Spanish.
16 INT. LIBRARY - DAY
---the door behind them.
Ahh, the library. Masculine but sensitive.
Really, I love what you've done with the place.
Must have cost you...hundreds.
Here's my proposition, Mr. Fletcher.
I'm all ears.
I want you to murder me.
Here. On Thursday. I'd like you to shoot me dead.
---He just stares, barely breathing.
The reason I ask you to do me this service
is that I am facing a long, painful, and most
certain death. You see, I have bone cancer.
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