Re: Ocean's Eleven - Seven Hills: Neil, Cris & Sam
[Neil didn't give a damn about what would make the director and his staff more comfortable. The audacity of the man was disgusting, when he was the one shelling out ridiculous amounts of money to make this all easier. He didn't have to do that. No, he was the generous one, not the director, and it seemed he was confused as to who really held the power in this room. His gaze went cold, chilled like ice, and as the orderly pulled Sam out of the room he turned to Cris.] Get the box and the picture. I'll handle this.
[Maybe it was the booze-like withdrawal of the wish. Maybe it was Louis being locked in a basement, maybe it was the human heart; maybe it was just a culmination of things. Regardless, Neil was quite simply done. Ignoring the security guards, he strode past Sam and the orderly and turned, sharp, blocking the open front doors with his presence.] You're going to get her out of that straight jacket, and then you're going to take your hands off her. [That was directed at the orderly. And then his gaze shifted, past the pair and fixating solely on the director.] You're mistaken, sir. I'm the one who's being generous here. You threaten to call your legal team, but you seem to forget that I can make phone calls, too.
[He smiled, and it wasn't kind. His calls wouldn't be to the police or to lawyers, and the director would be wise to let that sink in.] Now. We'll gladly be on our way as soon as you've done as I asked. The straightjacket, please.