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FADE UP FROM BLACK.
INT. THE DEVILS OFFICE
The devil sits in his office. Timmons, his personal secretary, bursts in.

TIMMONS
This is it! It's time for you to leave. Now don't worry. I mean, how much can go wrong in a week?

DEVIL
(pointing skyward)
You mean down here, or up there?

TIMMONS
Oh, I'm sure this year's trip will be much better than last year's. I mean, the big guy's much too busy to mess with you again this year.
The devil gets up from his desk and walks to the door. Timmons brushes some lint off the devil's suit.

TIMMONS
Go on, enjoy yourself. You've earned this vacation. Now get up there, and don't worry about a thing.

EXT. CASINO CRUISE SHIP ~ LATE AFTERNOON
The devil leans on the rail of the ship holding a chip. He talks to a disinterested tourist who walks off.

DEVIL
Helluva start to this vacation. Haven't been up here an hour and already I've lost over forty thousand dollars? This fifty-dollar piece is all I have left.

The devil flips the coin up and catches it. He does it again, and drops the coin. It sticks to the side of the ship along the railing. The devil leans way over to retrieve the coin, just a few more inches and he will have it. We see a black man's hand push the devil and over he goes into the ocean. The ship is traveling too fast, and the shore is close by so the devil swims to shore.

INT. CAR LOT SALESMAN'S OFFICE
The devil sits at the salesmen's desk dripping wet.

CHARLIE
Sign, right there, on the dotted line.

DEVIL
Thank you Charlie.

The devil signs the paper "Lucius C. Ferringo". The phone rings loudly. Charlie picks it up.

CHARLIE
Uh huh, uh huh . . . yes . . . yeah . . . yeah . . . I don't care when you are getting paid lady, you missed your payment and it was repo'd plain and simple. You lose your car and everything you've paid on it. Yeah, yeah . . . Hey I don't care if you're divorced and you have two kids. That sounds like a personal problem to me. So what if they can't get to school. They don't need to go to school. I dropped out of high school, and look where I am. Get a lawyer lady, you don't have a Goddamn leg to stand on.

With that Charlie slams the phone down and lights a cigarette. He blows smoke out like one of his cars that was burning too much oil.