here she comes, mr. lopez.
sure, tony.
thanks, tony. tony walks out alone into the darkened showroom, past the hulks of the used cadillacs, as we see the shadows of manny and chi-chi moving in a stream of light.
ten to.
no tony. your mama called again. she gotta see you. and sosa's been ringing every half-hour on the eleven line. tony, he sounds pissed, he.
right, tony. tony stalks off, towards his office.
get the body!
get outta tony, they're everywhere! here! ernie suddenly wheels, hit in the face, by a burst of (x silencer bullets. we catch a brief glimpse of sosa's black aide, the skull, moving quickly along the wall of the house -- directly underneath the balcony on which tony stands.