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21-Feb-2020 06:39

Being pulled off the sniveling Quoyle by a rough hairy man with dead eyes.

Quoyle's FATHER hauls him off the deck, and in a single motion, FLINGS him INTO the pool!

...a wiry, gimlet-eyed WOMAN, furtively removing crumpled newspapers from a dryer. PARTRIDGE has spread a late supper on a neat cloth atop a dryer.

ED PUNCH, managing editor, looks up from a reverie with a startled expression. From the rear, we see Quoyle can barely squeeze himself into the chair. All the change SPILLS out of Quoyle's pockets, and CLATTERS onto the wood floor, ROLLING interminably, as Quoyle fidgets. Partridge said he'd re-write whatever of your stuff.

Quoyle alone, carrying his sloshing beer, apologies unheard, toward...

..back of Petal, talking to a big guy in a shiny suit.

Turns away before Quoyle simply SINKS beneath the surface. PARTRIDGE See, three hunnerd words would be, like, one page.

Quoyle sits across the desk, gazing with endearing fearfulness as Partridge turns page after page...

QUOYLE'S TRAILER - LATE NIGHT Petal naked in near-darkness, moves with authority toward the massive lumpy creature nearly overflowing his bed.