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　　Congratulations， Jerry.
　　
　　JERRY
　　Yah， thanks， Stan， it’’s a pretty -
　　
　　WADE
　　What kind of finder’’s fee were
　　you looking for？
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… Huh？
　　
　　STAN
　　The financials are pretty thorough，
　　so the only thing we don’’t know
　　is your fee.
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… My fee？ Wade， what the
　　heck’’re you talkin’’ about？
　　
　　WADE
　　Stan and I’’re okay.
　　
　　JERRY
　　Yah.
　　
　　WADE
　　We’’re good to loan in.
　　
　　JERRY
　　Yah.
　　
　　WADE
　　But we never talked about your
　　fee for bringin’’ it to us.
　　
　　JERRY
　　No， but， Wade， see， I was
　　bringin’’ you this deal for you
　　to loan me the money to put
　　in. It’’s my deal here， see？
　　
　　Wade scowls， looks at Stan.
　　
　　STAN
　　Jerry - we thought you were
　　bringin’’ us an investment.
　　
　　JERRY
　　Yah， right -
　　
　　STAN
　　You’’re sayin’’ - what’’re you
　　sayin’’？
　　
　　WADE
　　You’’re sayin’’ that we put in
　　all the money and you collect
　　when it pays off？
　　
　　JERRY
　　No， no. I - I’’d， I’’d - pay you
　　back the principal， and interest
　　- heck， I’’d go - one over prime -
　　
　　STAN
　　We’’re not a bank， Jerry.
　　
　　Wade is angry.
　　
　　WADE
　　What the heck， Jerry， if I wanted
　　bank interest on seven hunnert’’n
　　fifty thousand I’’d go to Midwest
　　Federal. Talk to Bill Diehl.
　　
　　STAN
　　He’’s at Norstar.
　　
　　WADE
　　He’’s at -
　　
　　JERRY
　　No， see， I don’’t need a finder’’s
　　fee， I need - finder’’s fee’’s， what，
　　ten percent， heck that’’s not gonna
　　do it for me. I need the principal.
　　
　　STAN
　　Jerry， we’’re not just going to
　　give you seven hundred and fifty
　　thousand dollars.
　　
　　WADE
　　What the heck were you thinkin’’？
　　Heck， if I’’m only gettin’’ bank
　　interest， I’’d look for complete
　　security. Heck， FDIC. I don’’t
　　see nothin’’ like that here.
　　
　　JERRY
　　Yah， but I - okay， I would， I’’d
　　guarantee ya your money back.
　　
　　WADE
　　I’’m not talkin’’ about your damn
　　word， Jerry. Geez， what the
　　heck’’re you？…… Well， look， I
　　don’’t want to cut you out of the
　　loop， but his here’’s a good deal.
　　I assume， if you’’re not innarested，
　　you won’’t mind if we move on it
　　independently.
　　
　　PARKING LOT
　　
　　We are high and wide on the office building’’s parking lot.
　　Jerry emerges wrapped in a parka， his arms sticking stiffly
　　out at his sides， his breath vaporizing. He goes to his
　　car， opens its front door， pulls out a red plastic scraper
　　and starts methodically scraping off the thin crust of ice
　　that has developed on his windshield.
　　
　　The scrape-scrape-scrape sound carries in the frigid air.
　　
　　Jerry goes into a frenzy， banging the scraper against the
　　windshield and the hood of his car.
　　
　　The tantrum passes. Jerry stands pantin， staring at nothing
　　in particular.
　　
　　Scrape-scrape-scrape - he goes back to work on the
　　windshield.
　　
　　FRONT DOOR
　　
　　A beat， silent but for a key scraping at the lock.
　　
　　The door swings open and Jerry edges in， looking about，
　　holding a sack of groceries.
　　
　　JERRY
　　Hon？
　　
　　He shuts the door.
　　
　　JERRY
　　…… Got the growshries……