we drift across caesar's desk, past bricks of bound bills, as caesar folds the paper tape around another stack.
the black case is lying on the desk, locked shut. corky moves around the desk, dropping down behind it.
caesar stands over the desk, afraid to open the case.
the key turns and the locks pop. when caesar sees the newspaper, the whole world begins to spin.
caesar seizes the beautiful oriental rug in his office and yanks it up, overturning furniture. dragging it out, he slams the door behind him.