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SARAH is sitting behind her desk looking down at something. JOHN TULD comes to the door and knocks lightly. She looks up surprised to see him.
JOHN TULD
May I come in?
SARAH ROBERTSON
Please, sit.
JOHN TULD closes the door and sits in front of her desk. Looks around, then looks right at her.
JOHN TULD
So... we are going to do this thing.
SARAH ROBERTSON
OK.
JOHN TULD
It’s going to be tight.
SARAH ROBERTSON
Is Sam on board?
JOHN TULD
Not yet.
TULD pauses.
JOHN TULD (cont’d)
Sarah, I need a head to feed to these
traders... and the board... this morning.
SARAH looks up.
SARAH ROBERTSON
Is it me or Cohen?
JOHN TULD
It’s you.
They stare at each other, she does not flinch.
SARAH ROBERTSON
Of course you are well aware I filtered
several warnings for you and Cohen over a
year ago on this?
JOHN TULD
I’m not sure that’s the best path for you
to be taking at this point... you’re
going to be taken care of here...
SARAH ROBERTSON
(Nods)
JOHN TULD
Obviously it’s quite complicated.
SARAH ROBERTSON
John I was told that in no uncertain
terms...
JOHN TULD
It was all a very grey area.
SARAH ROBERTSON
It was actually made very clear at the
time, by you and I and Cohen.
JOHN TULD
I’d really prefer that you didn’t fight
me on this...
TULD pauses, they look at each other.
JOHN TULD (cont’d)
We all fucked this one up pretty good...
SARAH ROBERTSON
Yes.
JOHN TULD
We need you to stay here till this is all
done and the markets close.
SARAH ROBERTSON
I understand.
JOHN TULD
They’ll go over the numbers with you
downstairs... Good luck.
JOHN TULD looks at her. There is a security person standing at the door who is waiting for her as he gets up and walks out.