A limo pulls into the parking lot of the slaughterhouse. I figure the driver must have made a mistake, but apparently not.
Two cops discussing the "bottoming out" party at the construction site across the street. They've had a long day, standing in the
sun and directing traffic as trucks go in and out. One says to the other, Ãƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬ËœThat beer sure looked good. Should've had us some."
The other replies, shaking his head, "Too many eyes, my friend. Too many eyes."
A paintbrush lying on the steps of the custom paint store.