8INT. LUMBER MILL - FIRST FLOOR - DAY

Stack walks around examining the room beside Hogwood. Smoke eyes Hogwood from upstairs.

HOGWOOD

They moved a ton of timber a month

back in its heyday. Workers lived

upstairs.

Smoke sees something on the ground and bends down, running his fingers along the wood. Stack notices.

STACK

You washed these floors?

HOGWOOD

Yeah.

SMOKE

What was on them?

HOGWOOD

I thought ya’ll was dead set on

buying the place. Th e longer time

I spend with ya’ll, the less sure

I am you boys was serious about

it.

SMOKE

Ain’t no boys here.

STACK

Just grown men wit grown men

money.

SMOKE

And grown men bullets.

HOGWOOD

I ain’t mean nothin by it. Just

the way we talk down here.

A long beat.

SMOKE

We’ll take it.

Hogwood’s eyebrows raise.

SMOKE (CONT’D)

The Mill, the equipment, and the

land it stands on.

Stack hands Hogwood a bag. He thumbs through it for a beat then looks up, inquisitive.

HOGWOOD

Whats the extra for?

STACK

For your Klan buddies.

HOGWOOD

Klan don’t exist no more.

SMOKE

Then you take it to your clubhouse

then.

STACK

And if anybody from Chicago come

asking, make sure ya’ll tell em

ya’ll sold us this place years