Roger’s matchbook toss went wild, and landed at Eve’s feet.
From the balcony, Roger watches Leonard walk toward Eve.
“It would please me if you would think of me being along on this journey,” says Leonard. “If only in spirit.”
“I shall, Leonard,” says Eve. Leonard notices the matchbook on the floor.
Roger tenses up as Leonard reaches to pick up the matchbook. Without examining it, Leonard places the matchbook in the nearby ashtray on the coffee table and walks away, toward the window, where Vandamm is watching the plane land.
“He’s heading pretty far out on the north leg,” says Leonard. “And awfully high. Well, I – I guess he’s going to play it safe with a long, slow descent. Couldn’t ask for a better night than this. Ceiling and possibilities unlimited.”
Eve notices the matchbook. She looks around to see if Roger is near. She opens the matchbook, reads the notes, and quickly shuts it.
“Ahh, there he goes,” says Leonard. “Starting his turn. Well, we’d better get moving. He should have his wheels on the ground inside of three minutes.”
“Come along, Eve,” says Vandamm.
“Alright, ” replies Eve. She touches her ear. “Oh, I think I left my earrings upstairs. I’ll be right down.” She races up the stairs.