close on the paintbrush, corky's fingers pushing through and separating the black bristles under the running water.
it is dark now. corky is standing above the paint tray that has skinned over. she picks up the brush. it is dry with paint.
hearing caesar, corky gets up, moving quietly toward the door.
corky can hear him pounding. she looks down and smiles. between her legs is the open bag stuffed with money.
we move out from another jack, following a different cord.
corky presses against the wall, trying to hear.
in the dark, corky sits, her face, her posture very similar to violet's.
corky watches through the door peep as three men pass by.
pacing in her socks, corky tries to think through several possible situations. she stops, staring at the bag of money.
corky drops a hefty bag, knotted tight, into an open five- gallon bucket of paint.
the gun continues to fire as corky clutches the phone, whispering.
standing near the bathroom, corky hears the metal echo of the tub. looking at her tub, she imagines what he is doing.
corky hears the cop say goodbye to violet. the door closes. she isn't sure what she should do.
corky rises at the sound of caesar's door closing.
alone, corky stands over the bucket of paint. she kicks it with her boot-toe.
corky falls against the wall.
corky turns to the wall.
the line cuts off.
unsure of what happened, corky hears the phone ring and answers it on reflex.
corky hangs up, jumping away from the wall.
panicking, corkydoesn't answer it, but as it rings very loud in the empty apartment, she realizes her mistake.
corky rips the plug out of the wall.
caesar sees the buckets of paint.
he kicks over the second bucket and the bag tumbles out with the rushing flow of paint.
she rushes to the bedroom, where she finds the coils of cut rope.