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(Thursday. INT: Apartment lobby. Jamie Halligan (JH) is scrutinizing the pad of call buttons. His right arm is in a sling, and he is wearing a neck brace. A long sequence of ringing noises is coming from the panel.)

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(Ellen Boorsen (EB) comes up from behind JH.)



EB: Your friend isn't picking up?

JH: Yeah, I dunno, she knows I'm coming. Maybe she's in the shower or something.

EB: Well, um... could I get by you?

JH: Oh, yeah, sorry.

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EB unlocks door, props it open.



EB: Y'know, here, let me get the door. It's sticky sometimes, you'd probably have trouble with it.

JH: It's not as bad as it looks, I'm a leftie. But yeah, thanks.

EB: I'm technically not supposed to let people in I don't know, but you don't look too creepy.

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JH: Um... thanks, I guess. I promise not to rape you or anything.

EB (walking past him): Yes, that's very comforting.