Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[The director was so glad to see Neil that he didn't even pay attention to the man at Neil's side, and therefore didn't recognize him immediately. He strode forward, the director, mid-pace from the window, and he didn't hold out a hand to shake, and he didn't acknowledge or point-out the girl in the straightjacket with the orderly at her side. He just pointed back at his desk in outrage, like Neil was personally responsible for the horror that had befallen the institution.]
That- [The man's voice was loud, and it was the kind of loud that was unaccustomed to being used; this man didn't need to yell regularly.] monstrosity. Take it, and go. [He pressed a frazzled hand to his brow.] Our doctors say it looks authentic. The photograph certainly looks authentic. [He finally motioned to the girl then, though she was still staring forward in a pinpoint-black haze.] Take her, and the box, and go, and I won't call the authorities. [Because how would they ever explain this?] I'm not even sure how it got here. [He hissed of the box. It had gotten in somehow, but no one had signed.] She snuck it in somehow. Snuck someone in. We've had problems with her. [His gaze narrowed slightly at Cris. He shook his head. No. Must be mistaken.
The man crossed to the desk, and he pulled the top off the box, as if the display would help the men understand the importance of removing the evidence immediately. He waved the picture of the dead boy, and he held it out to both men. Look at this! in the flick of his wrist.]