INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE -- NIGHT The bland fellow leads Chace out of the garage into a sparsely- decorated home. Chace is led to a chair in the dining room.
A red ROSSO BRIGATE flag is draped over one wall.
BLAND FELLOW:
Perfavore.
Chace obeys. A lamp is switched on, shining in his eyes.
FRANCESCI, a mustached young man in a corduroy sportcoat, isseated beside the lamp. A gun is on the table beside him.
There are others in the room. Chace squints at them.
CHACE:
You don't look like communists.
FRANCESCI:
What do communists look like?
CHACE:
Workers. Wasn't that the originalidea?
FRANCESCI:
Sorry to disappoint you.
CHACE:
You look like accountants.
FRANCESCI:
Let's talk about the money.
CHACE:
First you prove to me that you havethe boy and he's in good health.
Then we negotiate the terms. But first the proof.
FRANCESCI:
First the money. Then the boy.
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CHACE:
It doesn't work that way. You know that. You're supposed to be pros.
FRANCESCI:
No conditions.
CHACE:
I don't think you have the kid.
An intense young woman, MARGHERITA, speaks:
MARGHERITA:
Why are we negotiating with him? We should try him and put him to death.