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Eventually the car starts moving, and SETH’S phone starts buzzing with a text again.
SETH
He’s freaking out. We need to get down
there.
They look out into the city. Finally SETH reaches into his bag and takes out the forty in the paper bag and starts drinking the beer again. He takes a big sip.
SETH (cont’d)
What’a you think Rogers makes in a year?
Long pause.
PETER
I have no idea?
SETH
Come on, play along.
PETER
I don’t know what year?
SETH
Last year.
PETER
Three quarters of a million bucks?
SETH
Come on.
PETER
What?
SETH
Not even close.
PETER
More?
SETH
Yes.
PETER
A million?
SETH
Will Emerson made two and half million
bucks last year.
PETER
Fuck you.
SETH looks at him showing he is serious.
PETER (cont’d)
Fuck you!
SETH
He did.
PETER
How do you know that?
SETH
He told me.
PETER
He just told you that?
SETH
Well I asked him.
PETER
Do you think that’s true.
SETH
Probably.
PETER
That’s fucked up.
SETH
Why?
PETER
Does that seem right to you?
SETH
Right?
PETER
Jesus.
SETH
So what do you think that means Rogers
puts away?
PETER
I have no idea.
They both just look straight forward, SETH takes a big gulp of the beer.
PETER (cont’d)
This fucking traffic. We should have
taken a the subway.