DANNY: This is the last time I’m gonna ask yer, Where’s the 40 Grand!!!
SAM: One More week, just one more week mate im beggin ya---
DANNY: DO NOT FUCK WITH ME SAMMY, I DONT CARE WHICH WAY THIS GOES, IM GETTING 40 GRAND.
SAMMY: Why yer bothered so much, it’s only 40 Grand, That’s nothin to you...
DANNY: I don’t think you understand what you’re gettin yourself into Sammy.
SAMMY: What happened to you Dan, I thought we were mates
DANNY: That does fuck all for me at this point Sammy, If you aint got the money, You’re not worth the time that you’re wasting.
SAMMY: What now eh, what happens now...
DANNY: You ain’t got the money,
SAMMY: YOU FUCKIN PR---------
THE CONVERSATION ENDS RIGHT THERE AS DANNY KILLS SAMMY BY A SUPPOSED IMPACT TO THE HEAD WITH A BASEBALL BAT THAT HE HAS WITH HIM.
DANNY BEGINS HEAVY BREATHING AND A STARTS A PHONE CALL WITH HIS SUPPOSED BOSS
DANNY: Alright, It’s Dan
BOSS: All Sorted?
DANNY: Not Quite, He didn’t have the payment.
BOSS: Put him on the blower.
DANNY: I can’t, He’s dead.
BOSS: FUCKIN ‘ELL DANNY… I’ll send someone round… Ill Ring ya later Danny son, just… Get outta there, Okay?
DANNY: Sorry Mate, I didn’t ----(DIALING TONE)
SHIT. (Danny begins walking away from the body, he briefly stops and says) I’m Sorry Sammy, Its only business.
(THIS IS THE POINT WHERE THE CREDITS WILL BE PLACED)
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