Screenplay
INT. 1920'S NEW YORK RESTAURANT.EARLY EVENING. SARA and the DON are sitting opposite each other at a round table in the corner of the restaurant. SARA (wearily) Why have you called me here tonight, I did what you asked, I made sure he was dead? DON (smirking slightly) Dead, more like destroyed. I'm impressed. However, you still owe me majorly. I got you out of that shitty orphanage, I've given you a family. SARA (with a subtle hint of fear) I understand that and I'm appreciative but I don't quite understand why I always have to do everything so brutally, I'd rather slowly torment them and make them suffer, pleading so hard that they're gasping for breath. ...