Scene 2
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING — ELEVATOR — DAY
The elevator doors open. The floor indicator reads 25. HARVEY, 50s, suited but disheveled, ambles onto the platform with a rolling suitcase. The wheels of the suitcase get caught in the floor gap.
CRAIG, 40s, appears from within the car to help. He wears a sharp, fitted three-piece and has piercing blue eyes and stone-like features. Harvey collects himself. He’s slightly out-of-breath from the ordeal.
HARVEY: Thanks, guy. Going down, right?
CRAIG: Yes, sir.
The elevator starts to move. Harvey sizes up the man with his peripherals.
HARVEY: Say, I don’t recognize you. Are you new to the building?
CRAIG: Just visiting someone.
Harvey returns his eyes forward, laughs a little to himself. A giddy grin stays plastered on his face.
CRAIG: Good week?
HARVEY: Huh? Why’s that?
CRAIG: You just seem pretty happy.
HARVEY: Oh, well, I was lucky enough to come into a bit of money recently, I’ve decided to leave this shithole behind. Start anew. On my way to meet my wife at the airport right now.
CRAIG: What’s your racket? Maybe I can glean a trick or two off you.
HARVEY: No offense, guy, but I don’t think an elevator ride will afford us time for that. Doesn’t seem like you need it anyways.
A beat of silence. We hear the gentle whir of the moving car.
CRAIG: You didn’t steal the money, did you, Harvey?
Harvey chuckles, nervously. Then, he stops. His face goes white. Craig turns his head to face Harvey.
HARVEY: Wait, how do you know —
His inquiry is interrupted by a staticky voice over the intercom.
BUILDING OPERATOR (V.O.): Hey, fellas. Just checking in. The video feed has cut out in car two. Everything alright?
The car comes to a sudden halt. Frightened, Harvey looks to the console. Craig’s finger is on the emergency stop button.
HARVEY: What the fuck?
CRAIG: Don’t do anything drastic, Harvey.
Craig turns his body, revealing a small pistol concealed in his left hand. Harvey jumps, moves his back to the wall. His suitcase falls to the ground beside him.
CRAIG: Acting erratically will only make it worse for you.
Harvey is stunned silent, choking on his own breath. Craig screws a silencer into the barrel.
CRAIG: Why’d you do it, Harvey?
HARVEY: I tho — I thought it was foolproof.
CRAIG: One mistake. Our employer isn’t a fool.
In one swift, well-practiced motion, Craig raises his arm and sends a slug cleanly into the center of Harvey’s forehead. He keeps his footing for a beat before crumbling to the floor next to his suitcase.
Craig reaches for the console, presses the speaker button.
CRAIG: Thanks for checking in. All good in here. Heading down now.
He lifts his finger and presses the button for floor 5.