Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[Sam didn't react to the newcomers. It was like they weren't even there, and whether that was a sign of too much sedation, or of a mind that just couldn't process what was in the box? Well, that wasn't clear. The edge of her jaw was red, starting to purple from the altercation that had left the orderly bitten, but she didn't even turn her head, dark hair a tangle against her face, and she was pale.
The director, on the other hand, was not pale. If anything, his already ruddy complexion turned ruddier the longer Cris spoke, and the man turned his attention to Neil three-quarters of the way through Cris' speech. The man was entitled, wealthy, and his demeanor was affronted, betrayed, as if Neil had broken some code of the very wealthy.] You brought the police into this? After I specifically- [The man grit his teeth, and his jaw ground back and forth.] I remind you this is a private facility, and we can refuse service to anyone we please. We can also terminate service at any time. It's in the contract. This is not, officer, a public mental health institution. [He reached for the phone.] Let me get our legal team in here, and we can do this that way, if you prefer. [His smile was not kind.] I was willing to let this happen quietly, but if you want that kind of attention, we can get you that kind of attention, by all means.
[The director threw the picture of Joey, which he'd been waving, into the box, atop the bloody heart.] The video will show no package entering this facility. It will, however, show the patient [with a nod to Sam] hysterically attacking my staff and in possession of a human heart and a photograph of a dead man, whose name only she seems to know.