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CORKY:

I don't think so.

WOMAN COP:

I didn't know you were out.

Corky smiles at the woman in black.

CORKY:

When you get tired of Cagney and

Lacey, come find me.

She heads for the exit.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

The neighborhood would be politely described as "rough."

Corky's truck does not stand out parked alone on the littered

street.

INT. CORKY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

It is a hole but it is home.

Corky is lying on her futon staring up at the ceiling, a

beer resting on her stomach; a folk singer quietly croons

from the radio.

We see the ceiling, a circle of light hovering over the small

desk lamp. We move in on the spot, which slowly fills up

the screen until there is nothing but the white light.

Suddenly a wet paint roller loaded with white paint cuts a

swath across the ceiling.

MATCH CUT TO:

INT. EMPTY APARTMENT - DAY

Corky is painting the ceiling. The folk ballad has become

an angry Riot Grrrl anthem.

She is working hard, the roller sucking back and forth.

Sweat covers her face.

Dropping the roller down, she reloads it in the tray when

the phone rings. She stops and answers it.

CORKY:

Hello? Oh, hi, Mr. Bianchinni ...

yes, everything is going fine. I

got the tub drain all cleaned out.

She listens for a moment.

CORKY:

What apartment?

She glances at the main wall.

CORKY:

All right, all right, I guess I could

take a look. Yeah, you're welcome,

goodbye.

She hangs up and looks again at the wall, feeling... curious.

INT. HALL - NIGHT

Corky knocks and after a moment Violet opens the door. She

seems surprised.

VIOLET:

Oh no. Sh*t. I didn't know he would

call you. God, you must think |I'm

a total nuisance.

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