Opening Scene
INT. CARLOS’ WAREHOUSE – DAY
A squeamishly dressed man in his forties lights a cigarette. He takes a deep drag as the faint clouds fan him and fill the air of the dirty room.
FRANK
Well, well. Quite a nice place you have prepared for me. And this for me. A guy with thinning hair and a good dress, simply wanting to go home. But who am I saying this, you already know that by seeing me, aren’t ya?
Frank pleasurably takes another drag and pauses for a moment.
FRANK
Shit. This means my talking is unnecessary. Redundant. And you know what? Redundant is simply another word for irrelevant. When you hit a certain point it is almost impossible to be not redundant. And it is the same with humans.
Franks wants to …