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ACT 4
INT. COBEL’S HOUSE, BASEMENT. NIGHT. Mark slowly awakens, his head spinning. The room is dank, the walls made of rotted wood. He sits in a chair at a table. Cobel sits across from him. In her hand is a shoebox. COBEL You’re up. Mark tries to stand but finds he’s handcuffed. COBEL (CONT’D)
Mark, I feel like I’ve been hard to read so far. That’s irksome. Will you let me explain myself? MARK Please- let me go. COBEL I heard you slam on your brakes after you hit Mister. I wrote down your plate number on a takeout menu and looked you up after you drove off. That’s why I know who you are. Simple as that. MARK The things you knew- There’s no way- COBEL It was specific, right? That’s the other thing I wanted to talk about. See, I work for an organization that’s in the business of specificity. We don’t like not knowing things. MARK What else do you know about me?
She leans back.
COBEL I know you’re brilliant. I know you were doing calculus at nine, took college classes at eleven. (MORE)
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