7 Black Car
Abdi: Zero… five… nine… five… three… three… one… six.
Caller: If eyne body show up I'm gonna blow every fucking store to bits…
Abdi: We're aware of that Tom…
Caller: Give me a minute…
Abdi: We're here all day… (To Zack and Noor) I'll have to transfer the funds to Young UNITE before we send it abroad… That way we may be able to claim it on our insurance… (Abdi brings a financial contract up on his computer screen and begins typing)
Caller: What the fucking are you doing…?
Abdi: (Startled) It's just a formality Tom… send the money to a Law firms because they can handle large sums of money all the time…
Caller: Fuck you Abdi… This is just another way to screw me over isn't it… Just like last time… Well you know what happened last time don't you… he forgot to put his floaties on…
Abdi: (Physically flinches) This is not a trick Tom…
Caller: I still want the cash Abdi… I'm holding you personally responsible…
Abdi: Yes… Okay… I get it…
Caller: I'm calling you now… (Abdi's mobile phone rings and he answers it- Abdi hands the phone to Noor so as he can have both hands free to type.)
Noor: Oh my god…
Caller: Hi Abdi… Long time, no see…
Abdi: Can… Can you see the computer screen…?
Caller: Yeah, I can see it… Can you hold it a bit closer…?
(Noor complies as Abdi commences drawing up the contract- sends it to print- hands the computer over to Zack for him to access the company bank account- Abdi reaches over his shoulder to type in his law-firms bank account number- the transaction is completed)
Abdi: Now you just have to sign this, Zack… I'll get Noor to second it… I can sign as the witness…
Caller: What's he signing…?
Abdi: It's a waiver… It says that as the representative of his company he will not try to discredit the transaction as an unlawful act… (the contract comes into focus on the projector screen) Sign here Zack…
(Abdi brings up the web page of the charity and proceeds to make the transaction from the bank account of Young Unite)
Caller: Is that it?
Abdi: That's it.
Caller: Already? Ten million dollars…?
Abdi: You sound disappointed…
Caller: But… Where's my fucking money?!
Abdi: You mean the cash?
Caller: Yes, I mean the cash! What the fuck do I care about the Nigga bastards?!
Abdi: We can arrange a drop-off point for the cash now if you like…
Caller: I've still got itchy fingers, Abdi… Maybe I'll just press the button and wait for the cash to deliver itself…
Abdi: My clients are eager to avoid any kind of situation that ends in violence, David…
Caller: Start driving… If you're not here in fifteen minutes, then its free boom for everyone (Abdi packs up his laptop and follows Zack and Noor out of the door.)
five minutes later; Abdi is sitting in the passenger seat of Noor car. Zack is in the back seat. They have been instructed to live their phones and guns in the office. It is the first time they have been out of direct contact with the Tom.
Zack: So, what's are we going do about the money?
Abdi: You'll have the money back by nest week.
Noor: Are you sure about that…?
Abdi: No, not really… But it won't be my problem then anyway…
Zack: What do you mean? That's your job isn't it?
Abdi: My job is to get the location of every bomb in your locations… If you want me back nest week then I'm sure we can come to some agreement…
Zack: (Laughing spitefully) You fucking lawyers are all the same…
Noor: Is this him? (A black car on the other side of the carpark has turned on its headlights and drives closer.)
Zack: Did he say what colour car he was driving?
Abdi: I'll be back in a minute…
Noor: Wait… Abdi…
Abdi keeps walking, bag in hand. He stops near the other car. The driver of the other car gets out and tells Abdi to sit into the passenger seat, then get out a gun then fires several bullets into the tires of Zack vehicle. Noor stops screaming in anger as the van speeds away into the distance, Zack get out and start to shoot the black car but it is long gon.
Two hours later, tow men in body armour are storming a house. They find an unarmed male and take him into their car,
