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Cut to:
INT. DAY. HANNELY'S OFFICE.
HANNELY sits at his desk. He wads a sheet of paper and tosses it. Pan to a trash can across the room.
He misses the shot and the paper falls to join others on the floor.
As Mr. Hannely goes to make another shot, the door eases open and DANIEL comes in.
HANNELYYou're late.
DANIELI - I know, sir. I apologize. I...
HANNELYYou don't need to explain yourself, son. You're not your father, fortunately.
-beat-
Now. What can I do you for? Hand me those paper wads will you?
Daniel picks up the balls of paper and hands them to Hannely.
DANIELWell, sir. It's about your office building.
Daniel pauses as if waiting for a prompt. Hannely takes a shot at the trashcan.
DANIELUm. Well, I--- I have this friend who is a really good - great - he's a really great photographer. And I... Well, I was hoping ---
HANNELYSpit it out, son. Don't know how much longer I've got here. Heh. And you're starting to remind me of your father.
Hannely chuckles.
DANIELWell, I want to give him a show. And I thought, since your old office building is empty and all, that it would be a good place to have the show.
Silence.
Hannely takes another shot, this time ringing it.
HANNELYSo you think you could breathe some life back into the place?
DANIELI think his photographs could.
HANNELYi see.
Hannely leans back in his seat and pulls out his wallet. He tosses $300 on the table.
HANNELYWell, you'll need some cleaning supplies and paint. Paint 'er up however. Have some fliers made. Do it up right.
DANIELReally?
HANNELYIt'll be nice to see people moving 'round the ole home base again.
Daniel picks up the money.
DANIELThank you, Mr. Hannely.
HANNELYNo problem, son. Toss me those wads again, will you?
Daniel smiles and tosses the paper back to Hannely.
Cut to:
INT. AFTERNOON. OFFICE BUILDING.
DANIEL sits on the desk. CHRISTINE is propped up against it. NIKKI is pacing. She runs her hand across a window sill. She looks annoyed at the dust and wipes her fingers together to remove it.
CHRISTINESo what makes you think he'll go for it?
DANIELI'm not telling him. I'm just doing it.
NIKKII think the more important question is: what makes you think we'll help?
Daniel smiles.
DANIEL'Cause you love me.
Nikki chuckles.
DANIELHow mod would you be is you hosted an art show. Major scene points there.
NIKKIOooh. You know my weakness.
DANIELHeh. Well, you'll help because I'll take you shopping.
NIKKISold, rich boy.
Daniel shakes his head. Christine smirks.
CHRISTINEPet names....
DANIELI know.
INT. DAY. HANNELY'S OFFICE.
HANNELY sits at his desk. He wads a sheet of paper and tosses it. Pan to a trash can across the room.
He misses the shot and the paper falls to join others on the floor.
As Mr. Hannely goes to make another shot, the door eases open and DANIEL comes in.
HANNELYYou're late.
DANIELI - I know, sir. I apologize. I...
HANNELYYou don't need to explain yourself, son. You're not your father, fortunately.
-beat-
Now. What can I do you for? Hand me those paper wads will you?
Daniel picks up the balls of paper and hands them to Hannely.
DANIELWell, sir. It's about your office building.
Daniel pauses as if waiting for a prompt. Hannely takes a shot at the trashcan.
DANIELUm. Well, I--- I have this friend who is a really good - great - he's a really great photographer. And I... Well, I was hoping ---
HANNELYSpit it out, son. Don't know how much longer I've got here. Heh. And you're starting to remind me of your father.
Hannely chuckles.
DANIELWell, I want to give him a show. And I thought, since your old office building is empty and all, that it would be a good place to have the show.
Silence.
Hannely takes another shot, this time ringing it.
HANNELYSo you think you could breathe some life back into the place?
DANIELI think his photographs could.
HANNELYi see.
Hannely leans back in his seat and pulls out his wallet. He tosses $300 on the table.
HANNELYWell, you'll need some cleaning supplies and paint. Paint 'er up however. Have some fliers made. Do it up right.
DANIELReally?
HANNELYIt'll be nice to see people moving 'round the ole home base again.
Daniel picks up the money.
DANIELThank you, Mr. Hannely.
HANNELYNo problem, son. Toss me those wads again, will you?
Daniel smiles and tosses the paper back to Hannely.
Cut to:
INT. AFTERNOON. OFFICE BUILDING.
DANIEL sits on the desk. CHRISTINE is propped up against it. NIKKI is pacing. She runs her hand across a window sill. She looks annoyed at the dust and wipes her fingers together to remove it.
CHRISTINESo what makes you think he'll go for it?
DANIELI'm not telling him. I'm just doing it.
NIKKII think the more important question is: what makes you think we'll help?
Daniel smiles.
DANIEL'Cause you love me.
Nikki chuckles.
DANIELHow mod would you be is you hosted an art show. Major scene points there.
NIKKIOooh. You know my weakness.
DANIELHeh. Well, you'll help because I'll take you shopping.
NIKKISold, rich boy.
Daniel shakes his head. Christine smirks.
CHRISTINEPet names....
DANIELI know.