MORTY
Mr. Breadstick, this is not a daycare center. We follow rules, or people die. Either obey them, or you're history. Is that clear?

FRANK
Crystal, sir.

CUT TO:

Everyone is standing up and leaving the meeting after its conclusion. FRANK remains seated. A young man speaks to him briefly as he leaves.

MEETING ATTENDEE #1
(quietly, to Frank)
Pissing off Morty when he's already on edge. Smooth move, poindexter.

FRANK shows an expression of guilt, knowing that he screwed up. The man leaves.

Another man then speaks to FRANK on his way out. His name is JACK CROWLEY. He is 35 years old, and while he looks like a serious lawyer, he also looks like a caring human being.

JACK
Frank, you have a minute?

FRANK
Sure.

JACK
My office.

EXT. JACK'S OFFICE - DAY

The door to JACK's office bears his name and title – “JACK CROWLEY, PARTNER.” JACK opens the door. FRANK enters and sits in a chair in front of the desk, followed by JACK, who sits down behind the desk.

INT. JACK'S OFFICE - DAY

JACK
Jesus, Frank, what am I going to do with you?

FRANK
Sorry, Jack. I really didn't mean to be late. But seriously, Yvonne pulled a katana sword on me last night.

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