They won't believe me when I say Idon't have the rest of the money.
Nobody believes me.
CHACE:
There were never any guarantees.
GAIL:
Don't do that. It won't make it anyeasier when the time comes.
CHACE:
We knew what we were up against.
GAIL:
Then why. Any of this.
CHACE:
For me? A chance to ingratiate myselfwith the old man, so I could makemyself into a cheap imitation ofwhat he is. For you, I don't know.
GAIL:
A reason to live.
102.
CHACE:
The money would have bought a chance, maybe a window of opportunity tograb him. Maybe not even that.
GAIL:
The money, the money. I can't bear to hear about the money anymore.
She leans her head against the iron bars, her back to him.
GAIL (CONT'D) This thing that's made beggars ofus, rats in a maze, grubbing out ourlives for -- what? Ink in some ledger. We'll kill and die for it, and none of it is real.
Chace reaches out his hand to touch her. But then she turns.
GAIL (CONT'D) Everybody thinks I have the money.
Nobody believes me when I say I don't.
Why am I arguing with them?
Chace doesn't understand.
GAIL (CONT'D) Everybody thinks I have the money.
The newspapers, the kidnappers -they all think I'm rich. Do youknow what they call that?
(a beat) Credit.
(a beat) We announce that I have the ransom money. All four million. We make the exchange. You get your window.
CHACE:
What happens when they find out themoney's not all there?