If you kill me, Getty's just goingto send someone else like me. Unless he doesn't, in which case where doesthat leave you? Think, comrade.
FRANCESCI:
We had an agreement.
CHACE:
Who had an agreement?
FRANCESCI:
We did. With Paul.
Chace's smile fades.
CHACE:
Excuse me?
FRANCESCI:
Paul used to talk about having himselfkidnapped. With his friends, out onthe street. A game, no one getshurt. A way to make a little moneyfrom his grandfather, two milliondollars perhaps. That's what we do.
Chace rubs his eyes, suddenly weary.
CHACE:
Did Paul know who you were?
52.
FRANCESCI:
We made friends with him. We told him we could help. But then he disappeared.
MARGHERITA:
We believe he found someone else.
CHACE:
And now you want -- what? A finder's fee? A consolation prize?
MARGHERITA:
The people are owed.
CHACE:
"The people," or just the people inthis room? And here I thought youall were supposed to be above money.
FRANCESCI:
No one is above money. The problemis that it's in the wrong hands. We intend to get what is our due.
CHACE:
(rising) I'll save you a place in line.
FRANCESCI:
I'm curious. What would Getty payfor you?
CHACE:
Don't bother. He wouldn't pay a dimefor me. Neither would anyone else.
FRANCESCI:
I've never met anyone who couldn'tthink of someone who would pay forhis life.
CHACE:
There's a first time for everything.
Now are you going to drive me back, or am I going to walk out the frontdoor?
EXT. INDUSTRIAL HIGHWAY -- NIGHT A stretch of barren highway out by an industrial plant. The white van slows, its door opens, and Chace is shoved out.
The van speeds away. Chace picks himself up off the asphalt, dusts himself off, and looks around. He is utterly lost.