Assassins Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 132 min
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Contractor:
Where have you been, Robert?Rath:
Sick. The flu.INT. CONTRACTOR'S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON
EXTREME CLOSEUP OF eyes, hands, mouth, computer, etc.
Contractor:
I don't believe you.BACK TO RATH:
RATH:
I don't care what you believe.
I want out. I've had it.
Contractor:
I've been sitting on a prime contract.But these days, something else is on Rath's mind.
RATH:
Who are you, you sonuvabitch?
Rath:
Send the file. I'll have the estimate tonight.Contractor:
I'm worried about you, Robert.RATH:
You should be.
Rath:
Don't be.Contractor:
Good. You are my #1.The screen goes blank. A beat and the word "TRANSMITTING"
appears. Rath stands.
A slimline PRINTER HUMS, starts to reproduce a newspaper
photo of ALAN BRANCH. Strong. Hard eyes which Rath
studies a moment, then circles. As a second sheet
feeds, Rath isn't that interested.
Mist fills the air. As night comes on, Rath walks. He
has no real purpose at the moment. And the crowds don't
magically seem to get out of his way. He watches them
laughing, talking, hurrying this way and that. Rath's a
loner. An outsider. Life moves around him, but he's not
part of it. At least not this version. The mist turns
to darkness.
INT. MALL - UPSCALE WOMEN'S CLOTHING STORE - NIGHT
Rath pauses, his eye caught by a scene inside.
A dowager berates a female CLERK. The Clerk takes it
stoically, nodding, placating. Huffing and puffing, the
dowager heads back to the racks. The Clerk watches her
in exasperation. No one deserves this kind of abuse.
Rath is going to continue when, on an impulse, he decides
INT. UPSCALE WOMEN'S CLOTHING STORE - NIGHT
Rath steps inside, begins to look around. The Clerk sighs
to herself. Another customer and it's almost closing time.
The dowager jams the dress back on the rack and it falls
to the floor. She ignores it, but Rath doesn't.
RATH:
I think you dropped something.
RATH:
Maybe you better hang it back up.
And it isn't a question. The woman looks shocked, then
gruffly hanging the dress back up, hurries out of the
store.
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