GLASS, 30's, tall and skinny, enters the room cautiously. He is filing his nails while looking around the room by just moving his eyes. Satisfied he puts away the nail file.
He nervously looks all around the room before moving. He notices one henchman still cleaning blood from the floor.
When Glass does choose to move, he constantly turns and looks in every corner of the room.

Hutch sees Glass and signals his head with a jerk. A henchman leaves the room.

Hutch deals two hands.

Glass makes his way to Hutch's table and he sits then picks up the freshly dealt cards.

GLASS

Here's your envelope.

Glass takes an envelope from under his jacket and slips it coolly onto the ante chips.

HUTCH

You're late.

Hutch pulls out a gun and points it at Glass.

GLASS

Hutch, how many times have I said, never shoot the messenger. It's bad luck.

Hutch frowns and puts down the gun and his cards. He picks up the envelope.

HUTCH

What's your excuse this time, Glass?

GLASS

I think I was followed.

HUTCH

You always think you're being followed.