way off…. That says something about numbers. There are not a lot of people involved in this sale, are there? ( Pause ) One other. Am I right about that?
HALL: This shit amazes me.
EMILY: Cars. Darkness. Lots of cars. Parked cars. Am I seeing that clearly? Loud noises. What’s that noise? Roaring, like animals.
HALL: Jets.
EMILY: Of course, the airport. ( Pause ) You work at the airport.
HALL: Something like that. You fuckin’ amaze me.
EMILY: There’s a man, isn’t there? There’s another man involved in this sale. One other man.
HALL: Whatever.
EMILY: But not a group of people. That’s important.
HALL: Not a group.
Boldt sat forward. “The airport drug deal the boy called in.”
Bobbie Gaynes said, “Well, at least it’s not a militia or something like that. At least it’s not another Oklahoma City.”
“He trusts her,” Daphne stated. “He’s displaying a great deal of trust in her.”
EMILY: The next day or two. Three at the outside. I wish I had better news.
HALL: You missed something last time.
( Pause. ) I nearly didn’t come back to you because of that.
EMILY: ( Long pause ) I’m seeing something outside of your business arrangement. Something unexpected. Something missing, perhaps. You lost something?
HALL: It was stolen.
Daphne said anxiously, “I don’t know what this is about.”
Boldt answered, “I bet our friend Ben does.”
Daphne shot him a surprised look.
EMILY: Money.
HALL: Damn right.
EMILY: A lot of money.
HALL: Fuck yes, a lot of money. It was a boy. A boy stole it. Right out of my truck.
( Pause ) I want that money.
Daphne met Boldt’s eyes. “Ben,” she said agreeing with him.
Boldt nodded. “No wonder he’s scared of us. He’s worried we’re after him.”
“She knows the whole story. Ben told her,” Daphne said, sounding a little wounded.
Boldt worried about her relationship with the boy. “Or she got Ben to steal the money for her. Maybe it’s not the first time,” Boldt suggested.
“No,” Daphne countered, “I don’t believe that.”
Boldt, thinking aloud, said, “He’s Air Force. It wasn’t drugs. It was rocket fuel.” The silence in the van was shattered by the speaker.
HALL: I thought you could see this shit! Why didn’t you warn me?
EMILY: You asked me about a particular date. That was all.
HALL: Well, now I’m asking about complications. The unforeseen shit. I don’t need any of that.
EMILY: And I’m warning you that the longer you allow the descending moon-
HALL: Fuck the descending moon! What about complications?
Daphne said, “I don’t like the hostility. He’s in a mood swing here. Something triggered that swing.” Into the walkie-talkie she said, “Placate him. Go easy. Be vague. I’m not liking what I’m hearing.” To Boldt-the walkie-talkie back in her lap-she said, “Can we kick it if we have to?”
Boldt felt his scalp prickle with sweat. He didn’t want it heading in that direction.
HALL: What about if I pull it off in the next few days? ( Pause ) What if I can’t get it together in the next few days?
EMILY: You can get it together. The stars support success. ( Pause. ) The moon isn’t good for some time.
HALL: How long?
EMILY: How long?
Daphne depressed the talk button. “Make it a long time. Force this on him.”
EMILY: The moon won’t ascend for another month.
HALL: What?
EMILY: This isn’t a good month for you where business is concerned. Love, on the other hand, is on the rise.
Gaynes said, “This woman is a piece of work!”
EMILY: No more complications if you act quickly. This boy, whoever he is, won’t bother you again. You frightened him.
HALL: He’s got my money. ( Pause ) Listen … Can you help me find him? ( Pause ) There would be a bonus. ( Pause ) He’s kinda disappeared.
Boldt said excitedly, “We can use this.”
“No!” snapped Daphne.
Boldt held his eyes on her, his determination. “It takes Ben out of the loop and just might give us our probable cause.”
Daphne, eyes still on Boldt said into the walkie-talkie, “If you know where that money is, sweetheart, it’s time for a vision. You tell him. We all want Ben out of this.”
Collectively, they held their breath as they awaited Emily’s decision.
EMILY: I see a brown house. Small.
Relief flooding him, Boldt said, “There we go!”
HALL: That’s the boy’s place!
EMILY: The money is there. ( Pause ) A second story?
HALL: ( Sounding anxious ) Yes!
EMILY: The boy’s room. A box. A plastic box. Wait a second … ( Pause ) Rectangular.
HALL: A cigar box.
EMILY: No.
HALL: A toy safe? A lockbox? Something like that?
EMILY: A lunch box? ( Pause ) Ah! There it is clearly. It’s a video. A box for a video tape.
HALL: ( Excited; the sound of a chair moving ) How much?
EMILY: What?
HALL: How much do I owe you?
Daphne said into the device, “Let him go.”
EMILY:
Ten for the reading.
HALL: I’m giving you twenty. ( Pause) I’ll try for sometime in the next three days.
EMILY: Yes. Better than next week.
