Hmm... I couldn't go higher than four grand -- four-and-a-
half tops. (takes an envelope from his shoulder bag and starts
peeling off some bills)
4. MANHATTAN APARTMENT HOUSE CORRIDOR INT/DAY
CORSO strides briskly along the corridor toward the elevator with
the canvas bag slung from his shoulder. He's grinning to himself.
The bag is obviously heavier than it was.
The elevator doors open just as he's about to press the button.
He almost collides with a bespectacled, briefcase-carrying man in
a three-piece suit and bow tie (WITKIN) -- a cross between an
intellectual and a business executive.
WITKIN (caustically): You here? You didn't waste much time.
Hello, Witkin. There's a small fortune in there. (smiles
sardonically) Help yourself.
WITKIN (eyes CORSO's beg suspiciously): You're a vulture, Corso.
Who isn't in our business?
You'd stoop to anything.
CORSO brushes past him into the elevator, turns and pats his
For a 'Quixote' by Ybarra? You bet I would.
WITKIN (indignantly): Unscrupulous, thoroughly unscrupulous!
CORSO (thumbs the elevator button): Good hunting!
The doors close on WITKIN's indignant face.
5. BERNIE'S BOOKSTORE EXT/INT/DAY
A sign says "CLOSED." CORSO pushes open the door of an old
fashioned semibasement bookstore -- 'BERNIE'S RARE BOOKS' -- and
enters. He walks up to the counter and deposits his bag on it.
Witkin just called me. He's spitting blood.
CORSO looks around. The voice came from ten feet up and three
bookcases along. BERNIE FELDMAN, a man around CORSO's age with
dark, curly hair receding at the temples, is perched at the top
of a spiral staircase.