1 - Malcolm McCoy and his boss are security guards at a museum. They're in the monitor room, watching the feeds of the various cameras. Malcolm is up and putting on his jacket, a cigarette behind his ear. His boss looks over, annoyed. Malcolm tries to hide his frustration.
BOSS: Where you going?
MALCOLM: Smoke.
BOSS: Be quick about it, McCoy.
CAPTION (MALCOLM): My boss is a dick.
2 - Malcolm stands outside one of the museum's rear doors, smoking. It's nighttime in the middle of winter and Malcolm hugs his arms to try to eke out a bit more warmth. Malcolm maintains the neutral expression. The rear door remains open.
JENKINS (off-panel): Right on time.
CAPTION (MALCOLM): The hours suck.
3 - Jenkins and two thugs approach Malcolm. The thugs walk past and head into the museum. Jenkins pauses, slipping a wad of cash into Malcolm's front pocket with one hand and slapping him on the back with the other, a conspirational look on his face. Malcolm remains neutral.
JENKINS: We good to go?
MALCOLM: Door's open, isn't it?
CAPTION (MALCOLM): Pay's worse.
4 - Jenkins walks past, drawing his gun that is tucked into the back of his pants' waistband.
JENKINS: That it is.
CAPTION (MALCOLM): This should be more than enough to take the cash and make myself scarce.
5 - Wide angle on Malcolm standing outside, hugging himself for warmth, the cigarette nearing its end. He looks down to the ground, his face possibly obscured.
MALCOLM: Shit.
6 - Malcolm turns and walks into the door after the three, throwing the cigarette down.
CAPTION (MALCOLM): And yet.
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