The East Page #4

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IZZY:

What if they share?

BENJI:
People don't

share champagne.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

BENJI:
Champagne, sir?

LUCA:
May I have your glass?

BENJI:
Enjoy.

Champagne, sir?

IZZY:
DOC!

He's having a seizure!

LUCA:
Get away.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

TESS:
Doc, we're all

here for you.

LUCA:
Relax.

Don't say another word.

The stress of all this

is too much for his system.

What if this happens

when we're there?

(WHISPERING) Why?

I'm

undercover.

Do you know what happens

to terrorists these days'?

(SOFTLY) I'm not a terrorist.

Life

in prison.

(DOC GASPING)

BENJI:
He's back.

He's back.

Hey, Doc.

TESS:

Doc, are you okay?

DOC:
Sit up.

I know

Eve

is not your real name.

No one uses their real name.

J:

JE:

JESS:

JESSI:

JESSIC:

JESSICA:

How do you know that name?

I know

a lot

about you.

LUCA:
One, two, three.

Let's get him back inside.

We're done.

THUMBS:
Where's Eve?

(WHISPERING) Don't tell them.

Don't.

TESS:
Where did she go?

Jessica.

Don't throw

everything away

because these people

have convinced you

that no one

could love you

but them.

TESS:
Where did she go?

THUMBS:
Eve!

Eve, you have to stay focused,

even when sh*t hits the fan.

I had to take a piss.

Relax.

What did Eve mean?

TESS:
I'm not sure,

but her stuff is gone.

I knew it.

Eve's chickenshit.

Better to know now than later.

This always happens.

And you always

act so surprised.

When it comes to actually breaking the

law, most people can't handle it.

We shouldn't have given an important

role to a 22-year-old deaf girl.

We don't need Eve.

We can do it without her.

DOC:
I disagree.

It's too risky.

He's a child.

He needs distraction.

Don't look at me.

I'm not an option.

What was Eve supposed to do?

Maybe I can do it.

BENJI:
No.

No.

You can't.

Why not?

DOC:
She only needs

to know her part.

You'd only know your role, right before you do it.

Would you be up for that?

You helped me when I needed it.

I'll help you.

Are you serious?

There are consequences.

I know.

I'll do it.

It's not a good idea.

She can't do it.

Sorry.

IZZY:
All in favor?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(PIANO PLAYING)

BENJI:
So if anything goes

wrong, we split up...

...go back to the streets.

Lawyer's number?

212-555-0106.

You only have one

job on this jam.

Keep your mark engaged

in you and not us.

Okay?

He's a sex addict, so...

...you have that

in your favor.

(BELL TOLLING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(SHIP HONKING)

Thomas, you son of a b*tch!

You a famous doctor yet, huh?

Peter. This is Sarah,

the girl I told you about.

Very nice.

Want a lick?

In this weather?

I'll pass.

You're not deaf.

Oh, no, that was a joke.

Oh, you're a sick dude.

I love it. You got nasty

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