Insomnia

MR. BROWN stands menacingly in the doorway, wielding an envelope-opener: I don’t like to be kept waiting, Mr. Cole.

 

BOB drops the folders in his hands: I – I really do apologize – like I said – accident – really – you could hurt someone with that…Mr. Brown – oh, my God, Mr. Brown!

 

FADE OUT

 

 

For the first time in three years, I think everything will turn out okay.