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PETER is still walking around on the street with the music playing. He crosses a large open windswept corporate plaza. As he approaches the building he sees SAM ROGERS standing in front having a cigarette. He walks towards him and then finally decides to take off the headphones. The music stops and the wind kicks in.
PETER
Hello.
SAM ROGERS
Peter.
(silence)
You want one?
PETER
I don’t smoke.
But PETER holds his place comfortably.
SAM ROGERS
That’s good. I don’t much either.
PETER
It’s kinda beautiful out right now.
They both look out. Slow pacing.
SAM ROGERS
Yeah, I guess it is...
(almost surprised)
I’ve never really liked this town much.
PETER
How long have you been here?
SAM ROGERS
Forty years.
PETER
I think it’s beautiful. The whole place.
Forty years, that’s something... Are you
tired?
SAM ROGERS
Of What?... Remember I don’t work as hard
as you do.
PETER
That’s not true.
SAM ROGERS
No it is, actually.
Long silence.
PETER
Are we all getting fired after today?
SAM looks out and thinks about it for a while.
SAM ROGERS
Probably.
PETER
They’re going to fire you?
SAM ROGERS
That’s not what they’ll call it,... it’ll
be a mercy killing really.
SAM looks at PETER.
SAM ROGERS (cont’d)
You don’t have to stand out here for me.
PETER
I don’t really want to go back in there
just yet.
SAM ROGERS
I understand that.
Long beat.
PETER
I think I know your son.
SAM ROGERS
Really?
PETER
Yeah. Not well... but, he always seemed
like a nice person.
SAM ROGERS
He is a nice person.
A taxi honks and flies by.
SAM ROGERS (cont’d)
I guess you could say alot worse about a
guy.
PETER
Have you told him what’s about to happen?
They look at each other to check the nature of the question.
SAM ROGERS
What do you mean?
PETER
This whole thing.
SAM ROGERS
No... I hadn’t even thought of it.
PETER
I guess it’s illegal anyway?
SAM ROGERS
Yeah... who the fuck knows anymore....
and even if it was you’d sure as hell
never get caught.
PETER
He’s already pretty rich anyway though
right? He doesn’t need the help.
SAM ROGERS laughs quietly.
SAM ROGERS
That’s very true.
PETER
He works with a friend of mine.
SAM ROGERS
He’s a hell of alot richer than me, I
know that much.
PETER
But you are taller.
Laughs again.
SAM ROGERS
That’s true. It’s not much... but it’s
something... What did your father do?
PETER
He’s a doctor.
SAM ROGERS
Really?
PETER
Eyes.
SAM ROGERS
Now that’s something.
PETER
Yeah... it is.
SAM ROGERS
Did he want you to do that?
PETER
No, never.
SAM ROGERS
Oh.
PETER
He was always a pretty miserable guy
actually...
Another helicopter is heard overhead landing on the building. Peter looks up.
PETER (cont’d)
They’re all coming in now.
SAM ROGERS
Yes they are.
PETER
Have you ever done anything like this
before?
SAM ROGERS
No... never.... not even close.
SAM takes a deep drag off his cigarette.
PETER
Oh...
SAM ROGERS
Yeah.
PETER looks down at his watch, then thinks about what to say next.
PETER
Do you really think this is the only...
or the... right thing to do?
SAM ROGERS
For who?
PETER
I’m not sure.
Now SAM looks around and thinks.
SAM ROGERS
I’m not either.
PETER
So this is gonna make a pretty big mess
of it, then?
SAM ROGERS
I don’t even want to think about it.
PETER
Yeah.
SAM ROGERS
Just doesn’t quite seem...
Takes another long drag.
PETER
I know.
SAM ROGERS
(Very slightly shakes his head.)
PETER
Well. I guess we should get back.
SAM ROGERS
Yeah.
They both stand in place for a long beat then finally turn and head into the building.