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Most of the remaining traders are packing up and getting ready to go home or out for the night. PETER is sitting at his desk holding the portable hard drive. SETH is getting ready to leave behind him. PETER stares down at the drive in his hand trying to decide whether to proceed.
SETH
You ok?
PETER
Yeah. Just a little freaked out.
SETH
You want to get a drink?
PETER
Nah, I need to clean up a few things
around here.
SETH
Everyone is going out... come on.
PETER
Nah, I’m fine.
SETH
Well, give me a call if you change your
mind.
PETER
I will.
SETH
Come on.
PETER
Where are you going?
SETH
The Grand.
PETER
I’ll call you when I’m done.
SETH
Be glad, you’re still alive.
PETER
I am.
SETH walks out and PETER puts on his headphones, the MUSIC kicks in again. He picks up the portable hard drive, looks around and sees no one, then inserts it into his computer. He has four large screens in front of him and as he begins opening window upon window of mathematical models his face begins to soften and he gets into his comfort zone. The frame is filled with the extremely complex programs and numbers flying by.
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