12 Angry Men
[spoiler]Juror 8 and Juror 9 make their introductions, and their goodbyes…
And Juror 8 casually makes his way down the sidewalk, watching as an inconspicuous man in an inconspicuous nice suit approaches in the other direction, and casually drops a half-full popcorn bag in a trash can twenty yards before the two pass, wordlessly, without even a nod.
8 casually stops by the trash can, stopping to tie his loafers, before he gets up straightens his back, getting a good look at the surroundings, and gently plucks the bag out of the trash.
An over the shoulder shot gives the camera a good look at his fingers as he sweeps aside enough of the kernels to uncover the wrapped stack of fifties hidden underneath.
He beams. Bounces and catches a little kernel, boyishly, before rolling up the bag and resuming his stroll home, a spring in his step. A good day’s work![/spoiler]
[Spoiler]“Good god…I can’t even read this chickenscratch. Is this even English?”
“Yeeeck! Well it smells like it came from a hobo’s jock! G’bye…”
(Journal sails across room, hits the rim of a novelty basketball hoop, and plops square in the trash)
“Woohoo, two points! I DID IT!” [/Spoiler]