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BLACK GUY: Hey, are you alive up there?

GIRL (Signs): “Will he kill us?”

(BOY puts his right hand on the elbow of his left arm and flips her off without lifting his finger)

BOY (Whispers): I don’t know what to do.

GIRL (Whispers): Me either.

(BLACK GUY pulls the clip out of his gun and examines it.)

BLACK GUY: You are small. Right? You must be small... If you were big I would have killed you... or wounded you – (Aims the gun.) And you are whispering, which means there’s two of you.

(BLACK GUY aims and shoots at the area untouched by the earlier shots.

BOY and GIRL crawl to the sides of the area.

BLACK GUY misses.)

BLACK GUY: Just!

(He shoots.)

Throw down!

(He shoots.)

The powder!

(He shoots.)

And I leave. If you’re smart, you won’t mention the cop. You didn’t see shit.

(BLACK GUY tries to open the storage area doors, but they are now locked. He stands under the storage area, examining the bullet holes. He pokes his finger in the holes.

BOY pushes a straw through a hole and spits in BLACK GUY’s eye.

BLACK GUY screams and shoots into the hiding place twice, missing twice.

The gun clicks.

BLACK GUY takes the butt of his gun and bangs on the storage area. He chips away at the bullet holes and they grow, breaking.

BLACK GUY stops and goes to the kitchen. Fumbling, a clanking of drawers.)

BOY: Quick, let’s jump!

(BOY and GIRL jump down and hide.

BLACK GUY returns with a knife and a cleaver. Holding the knife in his teeth, he chops at the bottom of the storage area with the cleaver, shattering boards. When the hole is wide enough, he hoists himself up into it, knife clenched in his teeth. He grabs the bag of heroin. He takes the knife from his mouth.)

BLACK GUY: I see you got your asses out of here. Fuckin’ kids are smart –

(BLACK GUY moves to crawl out. He is stuck. He turns, trying to twist his body out of the hole. The sharp wood pierces his body.

BLACK GUY hisses, his face twisting. He moves in the other direction, but it gets worse. BLACK GUY grits his teeth and strains to pull himself through the jagged hole. Nothing. The wood digs in deeper. He screams and stops moving, hanging silently.

BOY and GIRL emerge and stand by the dangling legs.)