Exterior of a downtown row house. A dark sedan pulls up. Out step Bosk and Hef, wearing expensive suits and cheap cologne. As Hef turns to close his door, his suit jacket opens slightly, revealing a large semiautomatic handgun. They step quickly up the steps to the building and enter.
Lonestar is preparing breakfast in a well-stocked, ergonomically correct kitchen. He moves calmly yet deliberately from the cutting board to the stove and back, adding ingredients to various pans, stirring things, etc. He is wearing a chef's hat, apron, and nothing else. Camera is positioned to take in most of the kitchen, a passthrough to the main living area, a hallway which presumably leads to one or more bedrooms, and Lonestar's excellent backside.
Camera positioned at the end of the hall shooting towards the main living area. A female figure steps out from one of the rooms and walks away from the camera. She is wearing a small loose-fitting T-shirt and panties. She disappears into another room and closes the door. We hear water running.
There is a knock at the door. Lonestar quickly checks the various pans on the stove, then goes and answers the door. It is Bosk and Hef. They smile. Lonestar does not. They enter the apartment without saying a word, as Lonestar heads back to the kitchen. He continues to prepare breakfast.
LONESTAR: You said Thursday.
BOSK: I know.
LONESTAR: It's only Tuesday.
BOSK: I know.
Lonestar stops what he's doing. He looks through the passthrough into the living room, where Bosk and Hef have seated themselves on the couch. Lonestar sighs.
LONESTAR: You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?
BOSK: Why should we?
to be continued...