Page 155 of Making a Killing

The sound of footsteps outside, the car pulling away then a ring on the bell. Tierney moves towards the door.

Smith:

Oh no you don’t – you arenotletting her in –

Tierney:

Newsflash, honey: you don’t get to tell me what to do.

Smith:

[starting to move towards her]

Leave that fucking dooralone–

Tierney:

[mocking]

Or what? Poor widdle Princess Sabrina’s going to stamp her little foot?

Smith:

Don’t call me that – do notcall me that –

Tierney reaches to open the door but Smith gets there in time to stop her. She grabs Tierney’s arm, Tierney tries to shake her off.