Act 3, Scene 33

Jameson's office. He's in full on tirade.

JAMESON: A job?! A job?! Don't make me laugh, Parker! Here's a few names for ya: Benedict Arnold. Judas Iscariot. Neither of them were even nearly as fired as you are right now!

We don't even see Peter. We stay on Jameson as a folder is slid across to him on the table. He snatches it up and flicks through the photographs within.

JAMESON: (with the air of a man in pain)Five hundred.

Peter's hand reaches across and plucks the folder back from Jameson's hand. We hear a chair scraping across floor. Jameson's features knit into a truly fearsome scowl.

JAMESON: Eight hundred.

We cut for the first time, as Pete pauses at Jameson's door. He smiles.

PETER: I'll drop these with Robbie.

JAMESON: Then get out.

PETER: How's your son?

JAMESON: Sitting up and talking about going back into space.

PETER: Is that all he's talking about?

Jameson reacts to this. Peter opens the door.

JAMESON: Parker?

Peter turns.

JAMESON: I'll be watching you.

PETER: I know.

He leaves the office, and Jameson watches him go.