Cellular Page #2

LENORE:

You don't understand.

THEO:

No. You don't understand! You

caught me on my cellular on the

way to pick up some business

associates. And I've got no time

to screw around.

LENORE:

Will you let me explain!

THEO:

And what're you whispering for?

LENORE:

I can't talk any louder. They

might hear.

Theo switches off the Latin CD so he can hear more clearly.

THEO:

Lady, try making some sense.

LENORE:

You may be our only chance. I

don't know if I can do this again.

THEO:

What'd you do! Just pick my

number out of the air?

LENORE:

They smashed the phone. I've been

clicking the loose wires together

hoping it'd make a connection.

THEO:

Who smashed the phone?

LENORE:

They're holding my husband

downstairs.

THEO:

Sure. And they left you upstairs

to make phone calls?

LENORE:

They gave me pills to make me

sleep. They didn't realize how

much Seconal I'm used to -- that

I'd have so much tolerance --

THEO:

Well I'm not tolerant of being

bothered with this bullshit story

when I'm about to make the most

important score of my life. This

has gotta be some "put-on," right?

LENORE:

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry to do

this to you.

THEO:

You're not doing anything to me --

because -- listen to this

carefully -- I do not care.

LENORE:

I don't believe you.

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