1: INT GRAZIOZO CAMPBELL CLOTHING LLC. QUINCY, ILLINOIS - DAY
We slowly, slowly pan ACROSS a small kitchen and storage space room illuminated by fluorescent lighting. In the middle of the room GINA GRAZIOZO sits with a laptop, a binder full of paper, a calculator, a cup of COFFEE and a notebook on which she is writing. She switches her attention between the COMPUTER, THE CALCULATOR and the NOTEBOOK. Seemingly, rounding up numbers. She takes a sip of her coffee before nearly spilling some.
GINA
Fuck.
Enter TOMMY IMANI, dressed business casual with a suitcase in his hand. Gina turns around to see him.
GINA
Hey.
TOMMY
Hey.
Tommy sits down across from Gina and opens his suitcase, Gina pays him no mind until it's opened. He begins handing her documents.
TOMMY
Here's those..
Pell applications
you were looking for.
GINA
Oh, yes, yes!
Thank you, bro.
Tommy closes his suitcase after handing her the papers. He points at her
cup of COFFEE. Gina is typing pretty seriously on her keyboard.
TOMMY
Can I get a cup?
GINA
Yeah, yeah. Of
course!
She scrunches her face and hand waves to him as if to say "You're fine to
do as you please". As Tommy gets up to grab a cup, Gina starts to become
slightly agitated. Tommy is pouring his cup.
GINA
Tommy, I fucking
swear man. This
shit with Mavis,
man.
Tommy is mid swig before his attention is diverted back to Gina.
TOMMY
Hm?
MAVIS
This fucking taxation.
Tommy walks back over to sit with Gina.
TOMMY
What's the matter?
GINA
What she didn't tell
you about this?
Tommy shakes his head slightly. Gina is upset by this and scoffs.
GINA
Ugh! She's putting
an extra five points
on our sales prices
to make up for some
bullshit with Cookie,
can you believe that?
Tommy is taken aback, he hesitates.
TOMMY
What shit with Cookie?
You mean with Denny?
GINA
(agitated)
Yeah, some bullshit like
that. I guess like-
He- He still hasn't fucking
paid up to Mavis now she's on
our ass now. And Fifi and
Sawbuck and the boys, too.
TOMMY
Really?
GINA
(upset)
Yeah! Really, I mean,
yeah I get covering our
losses, but the fact is-
Gina turns around to see if anybody is near the door, Tommy looks too.
GINA
The fact is though,
we're up by fifteen,
sixteen percent almost.
She knows we make a profit
and yet, she's only asking
now cause she knows we're
up and that shit with the
band. She's already talking
about investing more, we
can't cover that.
TOMMY
I'll bring my end down,
how does that sound?
GINA
Yeah, but that's
not gonna cover
what she's asking
for. She wants
twelve-k by the end
of the year.
Tommy is about to light a cigarette but looks up, confused.
TOMMY
Twelve?
GINA
Yeah.
TOMMY
For what?
GINA
I don't fucking know!
She said recouperated
losses, I asked her okay,
why don't you sort
that shit out with
Unkouth? they owe both
of us a share of that
money, you know? You
know what she said to me?
TOMMY tilts his head up.
GINA
Your end is your
responsibility.
TOMMY
(hesitant)
She's not wrong.
GINA
(furious)
Yeah, well I never
asked to be fucking
extorted, okay? I
made the deal thinking
I wouldn't get fucked
over here.
TOMMY
No, yeah, you're right.
GINA stews in justified anger and confidence.
TOMMY
(cont'd)
But, you know how
she is. She's a
walking parasite.
GINA
(sharply)
So, why'd you give her
the job then?
TOMMY is taken aback by GINA's choice wording and quickly tries
to formulate a rebuttal, while GINA just stares.
TOMMY
Look, the most I
can do is lower my
end, like I said,
and maybe exert a
lot of pressure on
Denny. Okay?
GINA is calmer now but still looks at TOMMY as if the plan is
null and void.
GINA
How much is your
end gonna be now?
TOMMY
fifteen-hundred.
GINA is quelled by this stark drop, but still is rather skeptical.
TOMMY
In the meantime,
fill out those grant
applications.
GINA
Right.
TOMMY who has finished his cup of Coffee, goes to wash it in the sink.
We pan over to him and through him we see GINA staring him down impatiently.
TOMMY
Your girl, what does
she think?
GINA
Roxy's fucking pissed.
TOMMY
Yeah. Shit.
GINA
She's the one having
to deal with her, not me.
TOMMY
(confused)
Why not you?
GINA
She's not gonna
listen to me.
TOMMY
Oh, and what makes
you think she'll
listen to your CFO?
GINA ponders, than looks away and scratches her nose.
GINA
Fu-uck.
TOMMY
No, I know. Look, i'll
talk to her i'll handle
it.
GINA, defeated, goes back to typing. She takes a sip of her coffee.
GINA
(sigh)
Alright.
TOMMY begins to pack his stuff up, he begins to leave but not before lending
GINA a side-hug, barely reassuring her. He leaves the room, the camera slowly
pans in on GINA, who is left unsatisfied and stressed out.