Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[The orderly looked uncertain about removing the straitjacket, reluctant even, and he gave a glance to his bandaged arm, and then a glance at the girl with the blank stare. In the end, it was the director who returned to the room, after dropping Neil's check with the accountant (in order to check funds). The security guard at his side translated Cris' soft words, and the man edged past Neil into the room without a hint of apology.]
The clothes she arrived in were not salvageable, and she brought nothing else with her. We would feel more comfortable if the straitjacket remained until she was outside the facility. She assaulted two of my staff. You understand, of course. Personally, I recommend it remain on until you find a facility willing to take her.
[He nodded toward the grisly box upon his desk, a jerk of his chin indicating it should be picked up, and then a nod toward the door.] Security will escort you out.
[The orderly helped Sam to her feet. She swayed slightly, but managed to find her footing on slipper-socked soles as the man pulled her out of the room, hand tight on her upper arm as he moved the marionette along.
Security (there were three of them now) motioned toward the front doors, which were already being held open in anticipation of the party's rapid departure. The accountant appeared, and she whispered in the director's ear, and the ruddy man's voice was bold and loud from behind them.] Good day.