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EXT. COMMERCIAL GARAGE - NIGHT A black sedan pulls up to the rundown front. Multiple cars are parked askance outside the open door. INSIDE the vehicle, WE SEE WILLIAM HAMER, UNDERCOVER AGENT 36, pull his wallet out. WE SEE HIM retrieve FBI identification and hide it in the glovebox. He ENTERS the building. INT. COMMERCIAL GARAGE - NIGHT AGENT HAMER passes two tough guys. VIN Tsk tsk tsk. Tardy again, Joe. Do ya need us to buy ya a fuckin watch or somethin? AGENT HAMER Vin, get the fuck outta here. You were late to your own birth. The other goon laughs as AGENT HAMER walks away. WE STAY on HAMER. VIN (to other guy) That one wasn't my fault. AGENT HAMER heads further into the garage and sits down at a long table with a black tablecloth extending to floor level. The BOSS, 58, with white slicked back hair is fixing a drinking at a nearby dry bar. AGENT HAMER Whatcha got? BOSS reaches into his shirt and takes out a small folded picture. He tosses it on the table and returns to his drink. BOSS (turned away) Pest control. We got a rat over on the East Side HAMER picks up the picture and opens it. BOSS (CONT'D) (simultaneously) You know him actually. (MORE) 

2. BOSS (CONT'D) Given we’ve come to know you from his recommendation. AGENT HAMER looks at picture. From HAMER'S POV of the picture, WE SEE the rat is the informant who got him in. HAMER attempts to keep composure. AGENT HAMER (stoic) On it. AGENT HAMER stands up to leave. BOSS Visser. HAMER stops. The BOSS pours HAMER a drink and sets it on the table. BOSS (CONT'D) Joe Visser. What is that, Swedish? AGENT HAMER pauses. Something's off. The BOSS doesn't prolong meetings usually. HAMER slowly sits down. AGENT HAMER Dutch actually. BOSS (guessing) Denmark? AGENT HAMER Netherlands. BOSS Ah. That’s where you got good at what you do. Silence. AGENT HAMER looks towards at the exit but feels obligated to stay. BOSS (CONT'D) My grandfather was from Sweden. Came out to Minnesota with his aunt and worked on his uncle’s farm right outside Lindström. I visited him on that very same farm…when I was just a “busunge”. BOSS holds up his glass to toast. HAMER reluctantly accepts and takes a swig. 

3. BOSS (CONT'D) (reminiscing) Farfar was a good man. Working man. He was tough, not like these people in the city. They don’t know what it’s like to toil in the mud and hogwash. That was real work. The deafening silence weighs on HAMER. AGENT HAMER Do you miss it? BOSS gives HAMER a side eye. BOSS No. This one puts more food on the table. Although I still have to deal with rats…. (looks at HAMER) And pigs. AGENT HAMER freezes. The two engage in a nonverbal standoff. HAMER loses. BOSS (CONT'D) Plus it stunk like horseshit. Although New York’s not too far off. BOSS chuckles and takes a swig. He stands up to refill his drink. BOSS (CONT'D) Not to say that we aren’t working men. With what we deal with, I’m sure both of you can understand. The situation dawns on AGENT HAMER and he nervously attempts to scoot out his seat. WE SEE his foot hit something under the table. HAMER peeks under the tablecloth. WE SEE the mutilated face of the informant he was asked to whack. AGENT HAMER (gasping) AGH. AGENT HAMER is startled up. He’s grabbed by the two goons and wrestled back into the chair. AGENT HAMER struggles until they shove a gun in his face. He relaxes. BOSS strolls back over to the table. WE SEE a bottle of Gin in hand as he sits down. 

4. From HAMER'S POV, the BOSS picks up HAMER's glass and slams it in front of him. WE SEE him pop open the Gin and fill the glass to the very top. CUT TO: GARAGE ENTRANCE Looking inside, CAMERA DOLLIES out of garage. WE HEAR the sound of gurgling faintly heard in the background as it slowly fades away.