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Lesson 5
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Chris writes the scene with Trent and Robert:
INT. CHURCH – NORTHERN IRELAND – DAYA WEDDING in progress. The church is packed to the rafters with family and friends.
ROBERT, mid 20s, rushes in – late. He scurries down the aisle to the second row from the front and squeezes in next to his older cousin MICK.
MICK (hissing): Jesus Christ Rob!
ROB: Road block. What have I missed?
MICK: His fucking fury for one —MICK nods to Uncle TRENT on the front row — an imposing man in his mid 50s, immaculately dressed in a suit and black camel hair coat. Clearly the Godfather in this part of the world.
Trent turns and glowers at Rob.
ROB (beneath his breath): Oh shite…
The GROOM slides the ring onto his young BRIDE’s finger.
ROB (whispering): That’s a hell of a ring for a plumber’s mate. How do you afford a diamond ring that size, clearing fricking drains?
Mick struggles not to crack up. Trent glowers at them again.
INT. BELFAST HOTEL – BAR/BALLROOM – DAY
The party has started. Uncle Trent and his wife MARIE gaze fondly at their daughter, the bride, dancing with her husband. A six piece Irish band plays the traditional music.
Two GUARDS, in black leather jackets, check the invites of people entering and pat them down, checking for weapons.
They don’t bother to do so with Mick and Rob, just let them in with a wink.
Rob and Mick head straight to the bar, where there are lines of pints of Guiness. They each grab a couple. Rob looks around at the dozens of tables, set for dinner
ROB: Jesus, how’s he going to pay for all of this?
MICK: He isn’t going to pay is he. He never does.
ROB: Look at the suit on him. He looks like Burt fricking Lancaster, with the hair and that.
MICK: Scch, for God’s sakes. Are you soused already?
ROB: Burt Lancaster’s a legend. I’m not knocking the man, I’m giving the man some praise.
Robert nods towards a man sitting at the bar, downing a pint and a large whiskey chaser.
ROB: I see Mad Frank is still managing to walk around unaided.
Uncle Trent stands up and stares at Robert to get his attention.
Mick jabs Robert in the ribs.
MICK: You’re wanted.
ROB: Fuck.
Robert puts one pint down on a table and walks across to Trent carrying the other.
TRENT: Glad you could make it Robbo. We were concerned about yous.
ROB: Yeah, I’m sorry about that, being late and all.
TRENT: Ah no problem, as long as you’re here.
He slaps Rob on the shoulder.
TRENT: Come into the back. I can hardly hear myself think.
ROB: The back?
TRENT: Yes come into the back, we can have a chat without all this noise and hoohah. You can leave your drink, we won’t be long.
Rob puts his pint down on a table. He’s already nervous. Trent nods to Mick.
TRENT: Mick will look after it for you.
Trent leads Rob down a corridor away from the party.
Mick watches them leave, he looks serious now, deep in thought.
LONG CORRIDOR:
Trent walks ahead.
ROB: Heck of a band though eh? And Sinead looks lovely by the way.
TRENT: Aye she does, too bad she’s marrying that numpty.
ROB: Still, he’ll be handy around the house. . . if the pipes burst and that.
Trent opens the door to the back room. It’s dark in there and Rob is reluctant to be the first in.
Trent enters and clicks on the light. Rob has to follow.
BACK ROOM:
There’s a snooker table in the middle of it, with the balls already in position. Cues lean against the wall.
TRENT: Do you play?
ROB: Pool, I play pool. Not that brilliant, but you know, it’s a laugh. I enjoy it with a couple of pints, me and Mick.
TRENT: A child of five can play pool. Snooker’s a real game. It’s like chess and tiddlywinks.
ROB: The Brits invented it didn’t they?
TRENT: The only fricking good thing they’ve ever given the world.
Trent grabs a cue.
ROB: We’re not going to have a game are we? Only I’d better go and get my pint if we are, cos well — I’m crap when I’m sober.
Trent leans down and fires the white into the reds. A couple of them shoot into the pockets.
A side door opens and the two GUARDS from earlier enter.
Rob tenses but he tries to stay calm.
ROB: Alright lads. So we’re having a game of doubles? I should go and get my pint.
Trent smiles and rolls the cue onto the baize.
TRENT: No, we’re not having a game of doubles.
TRENT picks up an A4 envelope from a chair by the wall and pulls out a bunch of B&W photos which he flips onto the baize.
THE PHOTOS: show Rob with a lovely young woman, laughing, eating ice cream together, walking in a park.
Rob gawps at them and looks helplessly back at Trent.
TRENT: So you’re going with a Protestant girl?
ROB: Ah, no I hardly know her. I only just met her
TRENT: A Brit.
The two guards each pull out a large sock from their jacket pockets and begin stuffing snooker balls into them —
ROB: A Brit? I didn’t know she was a Brit. I thought she was one of those posh girls from Dublin.
TRENT: The daughter of a British Colonel in Grenadier fricking Guards, did you not know that either?
ROB: I… I don’t think she mentioned it. No. I thought she was a posh girl from Dublin.
Rob knows he’s in serious trouble. He turns to head to the main door. Just as he gets to it, the door opens and Mick enters, carrying Rob’s pint.
ROB: Ah, thank God. Mick —
Mick hurls the full pint glass at Rob’s face. Rob puts his hands up just in time to defend himself, then Mick piles into him with his fists, knocking him backwards onto the floor by the snooker table. The guards move in, with their improvised coshes.TRENT: I should be getting back to the party.
As he passes Mick —
TRENT: Make sure you don’t kill him. We’re going to need him.
END OF SCENE.
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I forgot to say this scene is set in N. Ireland during the ‘Troubles’, the 30 year conflict between the IRA and the British State. I imagine this in the mid-1970s, though I don’t think the Guards were deployed there then – I didn’t do sufficient research!
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apologies – argh! – I’m inadvertently making things confusing! I meant to clarify that the Grenadier Guards (an esteemed British Army regiment) were not deployed in Northern Ireland at that time. But I.R.A guards at weddings/funerals etc most definitely were!
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INT. PRIVATE JET PLAIN – DAY
ROBERT, 21, mullet, t-shirt, and jeans, raps on the occupied bathroom door.
ROBERT
(quietly)
Trent! The accordion player won’t play!
TRENT (O.S.)
It’s not even time! You ruin my birthday and I’ll pound you!
ROBERT
It’s my birthday too! Can you just…
TRENT (O.S.)
Hold your fat horse. I’m injured.
Robert hangs his head and steps away into the posh room with lounging couches and passenger seats.
The passengers, who wear thrift clothes and sport bad haircuts, all don kid party hats and focus their attention on MEEMAW GRANNY, a spry 95-year-old.
Robert whispers something to NELLIE, 40, with buck teeth, teased hair, and a short skirt. Her eyes grow wide.
NELLY
Yeah? The 38?
Robert nods affirmingly and goes to a cooler, extracts cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon, and hands them to the guests.
ROBERT
Drink up, drink up everyone!
TRENT, 21, way too big to be coming out of that small bathroom, on a crutch, leads with an ankle wrapped in an Ace bandage. His clothes are fine and he wears an ascot.
ROBERT
Think fast!
Robert tosses a can to Trent who bats it with his crutch.
TRENT
Robert. Please. You’re asking for it.
Trent makes his way to the open seating.
TRENT
My sailboat was in some damn choppy water the other day.
He stops at Nelly who sits next to Meemaw Granny.
TRENT
I was sitting there.
NELLY
Not anymore.
Trent glares at her then smiles.
TRENT
No matter.
He makes a big show of settling himself down at the end of the couch and propping his leg up on an end table.
TRENT
I slipped on the deck and just damn twisted my ankle.
ROBERT
Everything okay there, Trent? Can I get you an IV?
TRENT
No, but, I’ll take a glass of CHAMPAGNE, like we agreed.
Robert kneels beside Trent.
ROBERT
(quietly)
I know, I know. I’m on my last dime! When you suggested this jet for our party with Meemaw Granny, I thought you were going to pay for it.
TRENT
The jet was your idea. Get the bubble machine ready, because we’re scheduled to sing Happy Birthday in (references watch) exactly seven minutes.
ROBERT
Oh, that’s the thing…There is a bit of turbulence and the open cooler topples.
ROBERT
Hold on…
Robert goes to clean up the mess. Nelly leans over to Trent.
NELLY
So I hear you’re finally going to get Pappy’s Smith and Wesson.
Trent lights up but then subdues.
TRENT
Pappy’s Smith and Wesson? I’m not familiar with that.
NELLY
Oh, go on. Everybody knows you’ve been hoping Meemaw Granny would give it to you ever since you were seven. I heard that nows you’re of age, you're gonna git it.
TRENT
I didn’t realize Meemaw Granny still had it. Well, no matter.
Nelly burps and turns away. Robert returns.
ROBERT
(quietly)
What I was saying was the accordion player won’t play till we pay him.
TRENT
Then pay him. You ruin our party, I’ll…
ROBERT
I told you I’m broke! I had to sell my car to pay for this flight!
TRENT
You can’t drive anyway…
ROBERT
Shh! Meemaw Granny doesn’t know. Can’t you pay, Mr. “I broke my foot on my yacht?”
TRENT
It’s a sprain. And, no, I seemed to have left my wallet with my driver.
ROBERT
Great.
Robert turns to go and knocks Trent’s leg off the table.
TRENT
You oaf!
ROBERT
Oh! Forgive me! My bad!
Trent moans. Robert readjusts his foot and grabs pillows from another seat. He puts one under Trent’s foot.
ROBERT
There. Here.
And wedges another behind his back.
ROBERT
Better?
TRENT
Yes. Thank you.
Robert walks away with Trent’s wallet.
NELLY
When’s the cake? I’m hungry.
ROBERT
Ask the clockwork over there.
Robert steps behind the privacy curtain and confers with the ACCORDION PLAYER. COUSIN 2 approaches Trent.
COUSIN 2
Good on you for the Smith and Wesson. That’s a classic. .38 Special. I’m jealous.
TRENT
What did you hear?
COUSIN 2
Meemaw Granny found Pappy’s old gun and she’s gonna give it to you.
Bubbles blow through the air. The Accordion Guy plays an INTRO. Robert enters with a cake. They all join and SING Happy Birthday. Meemaw Granny blows out the candles.
Nelly is the first to cut into the cake. Trent gets up and snatches it away from her.
NELLY
Hey!
Trent squishes into a place right next to Meemaw Granny. The Accordion Player continues to play HAPPY MUSIC.MEEMAW GRANNY
Happy birthday, Trent, So nice we can all celebrate together.
TRENT
I hate to spoil the surprise but I heard you found Pappy’s gun.
MEEMAW GRANNY
Gun?
TRENT
The .38 Special? He used to take me to the shooting range and we…
MEEMAW GRANNY
Honey, all Pappy’s junk got tossed when I moved in with your Aunt Mavis. What made you think I still had it?
Trent heaves himself up and confers with Cousin 2, then passes quickly to Nelly. He eyes Robert angrily from across the room. He passes Meemaw…
TRENT
Robert got a DUI and can’t drive you to your hair appointments anymore.
…and moves to the curtained area.
TRENT
Robert! Something’s wrong with the bubble machine!
ROBERT
Damn it, that thing was guaranteed.
Robert goes behind the curtain, and Trent follows. As the curtain closes, Trent raises his crutch over his head and comes down hard on Robert. SOUNDS OF STRIKING can be heard as the Accordion Player kicks out the Beatle's “Happy Birthday.” -
INT. MANOR ENTRANCE HALLWAY – NIGHT
Trent, mid-thirties, opens the front door and lets Robert in. Robert is in his mid-twenties.
TRENT
You're late. Mary is going to be home soon.ROBERT
I know. Let's get to this.Robert follows Trent to another room.
INT. STUDY – MOMENTS LATER
Bookshelves and lounge chairs meticulously fill the space. A wood burning fireplace heats up the study. A desk with a computer and monitor is located in one corner. Trent and Robert walk to the desk and Trent sits down.
TRENT
Mary changes the password to her bank account periodically. I hope this is still the current one.Trent types in the password and is successful at logging in.
TRENT
I'm in.Trent uses the computer mouse to navigate the account. Robert walks over to the fireplace and picks up the poker to stoke the fire.
ROBERT
When exactly is Mary getting home?TRENT
I don't know. Soon.Trent continues to type. He furrows his brow and frantically moves the mouse around the screen.
TRENT
I don't understand.Trent stares at the computer monitor.
ROBERT
What?Trent turns to face Robert.
TRENT
The money's gone. That doesn't make any sense.Robert walks over to Trent with the poker still in one hand.
ROBERT
Are you sure?TRENT
Yes, look!Trent points to the monitor and Robert looks and smiles.
ROBERT
~Ah yes, I see.Trent stands up and studies Robert's face.
TRENT
What did you do?ROBERT
Hm… where do I start?Robert threateningly holds the poker with both hands now.
ROBERT
Well, first of all I thought you were going to screw me over and take all the money yourself.Trent's mouth is agape.
ROBERT
I also told Mary about your plans to steal her money and then run away with another woman you're having an affair with.TRENT
How could you do this? I thought we were in this together!Robert smiles again.
ROBERT
Well, we were. And then I changed my mind and decided I had to beat you to the punch.TRENT
You son of a bitch!Trent furiously lunges at Robert and punches him in the face. Robert loses his balance and staggers. Robert composes himself and starts hitting Trent with the poker over and over again. Trent falls to the ground in a bloody heap. Robert looks aghast. He runs out of the study still holding the poker.
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YVONNE ARNETT – THE QUALITY ELEVATION PROCESS
INT. – SUBURBAN HOME KITCHEN – NIGHT
Robert, Trent, and Big Stan, enter the kitchen through the back door. They pull off the
black hoods they are wearing and throw them aside. Robert and Stan dump the bags
they are carrying onto the kitchen table. They are laughing loudly and high-five each
other.
Trent is carrying three rifles that he carefully places in a metal chest. Next he tosses in
several boxes of bullets and padlocks the chest, then places the key in his pants pocket.
Satisfied he sits down and fondles some of the loot on the table that includes jewelry,
cash and credit cards. He turns to Robert.
TRENT
(Frowns)
Next time you feel like sneezing, cover your mouth instead of pulling your hood up or it
will be your last sneeze. And no first names, got it?
ROBERT
Hey, you know I didn’t mean it Big Stan. Your name just slipped out. There was no
harm done. I mean, nobody caught that. Right?
Big Stan is leaning against the kitchen counter cracking his knuckles. He gives Robert
a hard look. Robert shrinks into himself.
BIG STAN
Nice haul from that restaurant. Busy night.
TRENT
It was fun seeing those rich dudes almost shit their pants when they saw our guns.
Robert go pick us up a couple of pepperoni pizzas at Rizzo’s. Get the largest they
have. And make sure it’s their special Marinara sauce.
ROBERT
I’m a little short on cash, Trent.
Trent pulls several bills off the table and hands them to Robert. Robert reluctantly
leaves with one last anxious look over his shoulder at the loot.
TRENT
Big Stan, you count the cash and I’ll make us some drinks..
Big Stan sits down and does what he is told. Trent gets up and grabs a six-pack of
Coke from the fridge, then pulls a bottle of Rum and three glasses out of the cabinet
next to the sink. Eyeing the glasses critically he lines them up in a perfect row. With his
back to Big Stan, he then pours generous amounts of Rum into each one and then adds
the Coke. He removes a bottle of pills from his pocket and adds several of them to the
first two drinks only. He smiles, satisfied with himself he joins Big Stan at the table.
They have several stacks built up on the table when Robert returns with the pizza. He
moves the glasses aside on the counter to make room for the Pizza boxes. Trent
doesn’t notice that Robert inadvertently rearranged the glasses when he lined them
back up.
TRENT
Robert, I have small plastic boxes and a zippered briefcase in the back bedroom. I want
you and Big Stan to get them to put the jewelry and cash in.
Big Stan and Robert look at Trent suspiciously, then leave the room. Trent then opens
the pizza box, pulls out a large piece, grabs the glass he thinks is not drugged and
returns to the table. In the back bedroom Robert pulls Stan aside and speaks in a low
voice.
ROBERT
Look, I’m the last person that would want to cause any friction, but I heard from a friend
of mine that Trent isn’t real good about sharing.
BIG STAN
What do you mean? We’re all in this together.
ROBERT
I don’t know if it’s true, but maybe he gave his last partner the shaft? He might bare
watching. That’s all.
Stan looks towards the door, mulling over the information. Robert smiles to himself.
They both return to the kitchen carrying the boxes and the briefcase. The atmosphere
has changed. They suspiciously watch each other as they dig into the pizza and
consume their drinks.
TRENT
I have a safe in the back bedroom. I think it would be a good idea to lock this stuff up.
We can divide it up later once the jewelry is fenced.
Robert and Big Stan give each other questioning looks.
ROBERT
Sure, whatever you say Trent.
BIG STAN
Did you hear that Robert? It sounds like someone is outside.
Big Stan jumps into action and walks quickly to the living room and peeps out the front
window.
BIG STAN (hollers)
Trent, get in here quick. There’s a dark car that’s slowly driving by the house.
Trent races to the Living room, but before he reaches the window Big Stan grabs him by
his shirt front and knocks him down. Trent doesn’t move. Big Stan is surprised it was so
easy.
BIG STAN
Robert. . . Robert, where are you?
No answer, so Big Stan goes back to the kitchen and finds Robert slumped over the
table passed out. Stan looks around, then proceeds to collect the bounty and leave. -
YVONNE ARNETT – SKILL MASTERY SHEET FOR QE PROCESS PART 1
ESSENCE: Every dog has his day and today is Big Stans.
INT. – SUBURBAN HOME KITCHEN – NIGHT
Robert, Trent, and Big Stan, enter the kitchen through the back door. They pull off the
black hoods they are wearing and throw them aside. Robert and Big Stan dump the
bags they are carrying onto the kitchen table.
Trent is carrying three rifles that he carefully places in a metal chest. Next he tosses in
several boxes of bullets and padlocks the chest, then places the key in his pants pocket
and smiles to himself. He notices Robert checking out the goods on the table. He
walks over and slaps him hard on the shoulder.
TRENT
(Frowns)
Next time you feel like sneezing, cover your mouth instead of pulling your hood up or it
will be your last sneeze. And no dropping first names during a holdup, got it?
Robert turns to Big Stan and chuckles.
ROBERT
Hey, you know I didn’t mean it, Big Stan. Your name just slipped out, but there was no
harm done. I mean, nobody caught that. Right?
Big Stan is leaning against the kitchen counter cracking his knuckles. He gives Robert
a quiet, steady look. Robert quits laughing.
BIG STAN
Nice haul from that classy restaurant, Trent. Busy night.
TRENT
It was fun seeing those rich dudes almost shit their pants when they saw our guns.
Laughing, Trent sits down and fondles some of the loot on the table that includes
jewelry, cash and credit cards. He looks up and sees both Big Stan and Robert eyeing
the money.
TRENT
Big Stan, go pick us up a couple of pepperoni pizzas at Rizzo’s. Get the largest they
have. And make sure it’s their special Marinara sauce. You think you can handle that?
BIG STAN
Sure Trent, but I’m a little short on cash.
Big Stan watches as Trent pulls several bills off the table and hands them to him.
Reluctantly, Big Stan leaves with one last anxious look over his shoulder at the table.
TRENT
Robert, you count the cash and I’ll make us some drinks..
Robert sits down and does what he is told. Trent gets up and grabs a six-pack of Coke
from the fridge, then pulls a bottle of Rum and three glasses out of the cabinet next to
the sink. Eyeing the glasses critically he lines them up in a perfect row. With his back
to Robert, he then pours generous amounts of Rum into each one and then adds the
Coke. He removes a bottle of pills from his pocket and adds several of them to the first
two drinks only. He smiles, satisfied with himself, he joins Robert at the table.
The money and jewelry is sorted when Big Stan returns with the pizza. In order to make
room for the Pizza boxes, Big Stan moves the glasses aside on the counter. Trent is
busy counting the money and doesn’t notice. Trent hollers over his shoulder at Big Stan.
TRENT
Be careful and don’t mess with the drinks! You know I like order.
Big Stan quickly rearranges the glasses to please Trent, but in a different order. Robert
starts to open the Pizza box.
TRENT
Robert, I have small plastic boxes and a zippered briefcase in the back bedroom for the
jewelry and cash. I want you and Big Stan to get them.
Big Stan and Robert look at Trent suspiciously, then leave the room. Trent then opens
the pizza box, pulls out a large piece, grabs the third glass he thinks is not drugged and
returns to the table. In the back bedroom Robert pulls Stan aside and speaks in a low
voice.
ROBERT
Look, I’m the last person that would want to cause any friction, but do you think we can
trust Trent? I heard that Trent isn’t real good about sharing.
Big Stan grabs Robert by his shirt front.
BIG STAN (angrily)
What do you mean? We’re all in this together.
ROBERT
Hey, I’m not saying it’s true, but I heard there was some problems with his last partner.
He might bare watching. That’s all.
Stan lets go of Robert and looks towards the door, mulling over the information. Robert
smiles to himself. They both return to the kitchen carrying the boxes and the briefcase.
The atmosphere has changed. They suspiciously watch each other as they dig into the
pizza and consume their drinks.
Trent is relaxed and enjoying the Rum drink.
TRENT
I think I planned this heist real well, don’t you guys?
He looks to Robert and Big Stan for approval.
ROBERT
Right, it was smooth. No hitches, no problems.
TRENT
A couple more and we’ll be sitting good. Meanwhile, I think it would be a good idea to
lock this stuff up. I have a safe in the back bedroom. We can divide it up later once the
jewelry is fenced.
Robert and Big Stan give each other questioning looks.
ROBERT
Sure, whatever you say Trent.
Big Stan cocks his head to one side.
BIG STAN
Did you hear that Robert? It sounds like someone is outside.
Big Stan jumps into action and walks quickly to the living room and peeps out the front
window.
BIG STAN (hollers)
Trent, get in here quick. There’s a dark car that’s driving slowly by the house.
Trent races to the Living room, but before he reaches the window Big Stan grabs him by
his shoulders and shakes him hard. Trent goes limp and Big Stan drops him onto the
floor. Trent doesn’t move. Big Stan looks questionably at Trent, then checks his
pockets and finds the pills. He looks towards the kitchen.
BIG STAN
Robert?. . . Robert, where are you?
No answer. Big Stan goes back to the kitchen and finds Robert slumped over the table
passed out. Realizing what has happened, Stan smiles, then proceeds to put all the
jewelry and money on the table into the briefcase and leaves. -
INT. CLUB MAIN HALL, DAY
It is the inside of an old-style elite club, with a bar on one end and tables and chairs and sofas spread around the large hall. It is a quiet afternoon, only a few members are seated at the tables, and a couple of waiters standing by the bar.
TRENT, late 20s, dressed in noticeably obvious designer wear, slacks, elegant jacket and loafers, is seated at the one of the sofas in the corner with a glass of wine at the side table.
Trent checks his designer watch and looks to the entrance door. His face tightens imperceptibly as he see ROBERT, mid-twenties, muscular, dressed in shorts and polo shirt, enter. Trent pretends not to see him.
Robert waves at Trent and heads towards him.
ROBERT
Hey, what a coincidence!
He sits across Trent.
TRENT
Hi Robert.
Trent signals to the waiter who comes by.
ROBERT
Whatever you have on tap.
Waiter leaves.
ROBERT
Didn’t think I’d see you here, after everything that happened last night.
TRENT
Water under the bridge.
ROBERT
I had no idea you and Jennifer…
TRENT
We are just friends.
ROBERT
Not from what she said!
(laughs)
She felt really bad. Like she broke your heart or something.
TRENT
(blank expression)
I am heartless.
ROBERT
(casual)
So it was only casual between you two?
TRENT
Until something better comes along.
ROBERT
(laughs)
Like me.
Trent chuckles and nods. We almost believe him.
ROBERT
But she has an interesting theory about you.
TRENT
Yeah?
The waiter brings Robert his beer and leaves. Robert takes a long swallow and clears his throat.
ROBERT
She not sure you’re part of this…
(gestures to their surroundings)
TRENT
Part of what?
ROBERT
This place, this club. This scene…
(eyes Trent shrewdly)
You know what I mean, like she and I are born into this. The priveleged, untalented, except when in the sack, the
(his fingers make quote gesture)
“elite”.
Trent looks at Robert, appears bored and uninterested, but we see his breathing has changed.
TRENT
I am just a common man.
ROBERT
(point to man at table across them)
Now Charlie, he’s a common man. But he’s made a fortune, and he belongs here. Fat fuck that he is.
Robert laughs again. He senses he is onto to something, and enjoys making Trent uncomfortable.
TRENT
(casually dust his trousers)
I am not as common, or rich like Charlie. But last I heard I am a member in good standing.
ROBERT
Who’s always pitching his investment properties to the members!
(laughs again, sidles closer to Trent)
Hey man, no worries, this stays in the vault. Except except…
(whispers in exaggerated Don Corleone imitation)
Someday, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me.
Robert laughs and Trent joins in. Trent moves closer and keeps laughing and puts his hand on Robert’s shoulder.
TRENT
(still chuckling)
Speaking of service, I got some real high-q powder on me. Want to try some?
ROBERT
Here?
Trent gets up.
TRENT
Follow me.
Trent walks toward a back room exit followed by Robert.
INT. BACK ROOM
As Trent enters, he reaches with his right hand for something under his jacket. As he withdraws his hand we see he is wearing knuckledusters. Robert follows shutting the door behind him.
Trent turns and punches Robert in the ribs. Robert grunts in pain and doubles over, face contorted in silent pain.
Trent punches him again, this time on his shoulder blade. Robert grunts in pain and goes down on the floor on to his back. He is defenseless.
Trent kneels over Robert as to punch his face but holds back and doesn’t follow through. With the right hand, he grabs Robert’s throat and squeezes. His eyes are blazing with quiet fury.
Robert is in pain and scared.
TRENT
If I hear anything about you that might interfere with my business, I will rip your balls off. You priveleged talentless piece of turd.
Trent slaps him twice with his left hand, lightly so as not to draw blood, but with full contempt.
They stare at each in full understanding. There is an expression of respect on Robert’s face. He nods.
Trent stands up and puts his knuckleduster pack in his jacket pocket. He casually straightens his jacket and removes a small packet of powder from the side pocket. He raises it and places it on the side table.
TRENT
(friendly tone)
That’s really good stuff. Hope you like it.
Trent smiles and nods, and walks out leaving Robert on the floor.
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