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SCENE 48: INT. DIVE BAR – EAST END – LATER

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Low light. Dusty air. Jack enters. R.D. sits in a corner booth, sipping dark liquor. His gold ring clinks against the glass.

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R.D.

(Flicking ashes from a

cigar)

Look what the storm blew in.

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JACK FROST

I don’t blow in. I move with

intent.

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R.D.

Still sharp. Still cold.

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JACK FROST

Still alive. That’s more than I can

say for the last man who tried to

bait me.

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R.D.

Relax. This ain’t a trap. It’s a

reminder.

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JACK FROST

Of what?

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R.D.

Where you came from... and who

still got reach when corporate

walls ain’t high enough.

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Jack pulls out a burner phone and slides it across the table.