10 EXT. DARK ROOM. NIGHT
The Darkroom seems vacant from the outside, all we see is the bar lighting up dingily. The BOYS walk in and grab a seat. BARTENDER walks over to them and takes a good look, they all seem exhausted.
BAR TENDER
Looks like you could use a drink, first rounds on me.
HANDSOME puts his hands together and bows his head and puts a twenty on the table as a tip.
HANDSOME
(Closes his eyes tightly to brace himself for upsetting news.)
How much did we get back?
LOVELESS
(Looks in the satchel, surprised.)
Well shit, nearly all of it. Almost three grand I bet.
The table melts in happiness and before things could get any better four shots of whiskey are set down on the table they all look up at the bar tender with a tender stare. The BOYS eyes are glazed.
CARLO
(To the batender.)
You are a fucking saint you realize.
The BOYS down their drinks. MOLLOY stands up, smacks the bar.
MOLLOY
Drinks are on me boys, but first I need to take a piss.
(Walks away from scene.)
CUT TO: HANDSOME is playing with the table saucer, muttering quietly, he is puzzled. He turns to the BOYS.
HANDSOME
(Questioningly.)
No one knows my birthday, no one except the four of us.
(The BOYS stare at one another.)
MOLLOY returns from the bathroom.
MOLLOY
(To the bartender.)
Four shots of Jack, ol’ chap!
(He sits down in the middle of the BOYS.)
HANDSOME
I put x’s on my bills, gentleman, empty your pockets.
MOLLOY
(Surprised.)
What’s going on?
HANDSOME
You heard me.
There is a brief silence.
CUT TO: Long shot of table, all four BOYS slap down bills at once and x’s are revealed on MOLLOY’S stack.
CUT TO: Front shot of MOLLOY, suddenly, he is grabbed under both arms and taken away screaming.
11 EXT. ALLEYWAY. NIGHT
HANDSOME lights a cigarette, LOVELESS wipes off blood from his shirt, they air is quiet, yet intense.
HANDSOME
Guess I’m gonna have to change the combination number, dirty rat.
HANDSOME spits and ashes his cigarette on MOLLOY’S forehead, MOLLOY is dead.
FIN
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