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INT. NIGHT. BURKE'S OFFICE The silhouette of a woman marks the window of Arthur "Artie" Burke's office. It grows larger as she approaches. She opens the door and enters the spacious room. The woman, Dominique, faces Burke, who has just finished pouring the second of two drinks on his desk. He glances up at her with a cool expression BURKE You bring the snapshots? DOMINIQUE You bring the cash? BURKE (smiling) That's what I've always admired about you, Dominique. Your candor. It becomes you. Dominique pulls up a chair in front of the desk and sets an envelope upon the desk. He lights a cigarette and offers her one. She takes it with a wry smile on her crimson lips. DOMINIQUE I wish I could say the same about you, Artie. Burke scoffs, half-serious. BURKE You wound me, baby. You have the gumption to blackmail me with incendiary photographs, and I graciously choose to parley with you rather than attract the unwanted attention of the authorities. I've even chosen to extend the complementary courtesy of offering you a gla** of Belvedere when I should be throwing it in your face. DOMINIQUE You know I don't like vodka, Artie. And after all, no one forced you to f** a woman who wasn't your wife. BURKE Such vulgarity. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 2. DOMINIQUE Well you know the phrase, do unto others... BURKE Yeah, yeah, save me the sermon. Tell me, sweetheart, how did you, my humble secretary for all these years, manage to acquire the sk**s necessary to capture these pics? DOMINIQUE I didn't snap the shots. A good friend of mine happens to be a private detective and has been kind enough to offer her services. BURKE "Her"? This dame got a name? DOMINIQUE Sure she does. BURKE Well? DOMINIQUE Oh, Artie, let's not trouble ourselves with the particulars. I came here to collect, and then we'll both be out of each others' hairs forever. BURKE All right, fair enough. But will you at least treat me with a modicum of respect by sharing a drink with me? DOMINIQUE Why should I, Artie, when you've treated me like nothing but your little lap dog? A tense silence descends for a moment. DOMINIQUE Oh, what the hell? She reaches towards the gla** that is nearest her. She stands and walks towards the window, and he follows her. They stand close together, barely a few inches from each other. (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 3. BURKE I just hope we made some great poses for those pictures of yours. DOMINIQUE Oh, Artie, you always had a charming sense of humor. BURKE Only for the women nearest and dearest to me. Cheers, sweetheart. They raise their gla**es. She pauses before putting the gla** to her lips, and Burke pauses in kind, staring intently at her. Dominique smiles, then laughs softly. Burke laughs as well, though with a touch of uncertainty. As she continues laughing, Dominique proceeds to methodically pour her drink onto Burke's shoes. He recoils. BURKE Jesus! Do you know how much these cost me, you-- DOMINIQUE Oh, I'm so sorry! Poor, gullible Artie. You think I didn't see the poison in your front pocket? His rage is replaced by shock. She has a triumphant glean in her eye. DOMINIQUE That's why we're incompatible, baby. I'm quietly observant and you're too stupidly arrogant to realize when somebody's about to take something you value and destroy it. But it's the least you deserve, you weak, little pansy. Burke is dumbfound for a moment, and looks down at his shoes. Then he looks at Dominique and pulls out the bottle of poison like a guilty kid who has smuggled candy into the cla**room. He walks towards her as he sets the bottle upon his desk. He stands close to her once more. BURKE You always were a smart cookie, Dominique. Then I'll bet you know exactly what's in my other pocket. In a flash he pulls out a previously concealed knife and stabs her in the gut. She cries out, but he grasps her and (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 4. tries to drag her away from the window. She elbows him harshly in the stomach and stumbles towards the blinds and pulls them open. He rips her from the window and stabs her twice more until she finally stops moving. He holds her in his left arm and wields the knife in the other hand. He drops her body like a sack of flour, breathing heavily, and snatches the envelope she brought with her. He opens it, only to find -- a tape recorder. He looks confused, then presses the play bu*ton. Dominque's voice emanates from the machine. DOMINIQUE Say cheese, Artie. He glances around, panicked, then looks out the window. The image of him framed in the window transitions to a newspaper headline: Tycoon caught in murderous act Credits.