Here's the rest of her stuff

Casey Brown:
[Jenkins has caught Casey as she is trying to flee the apartment]
Let go of me! I'm a minor! [held by the arm, Casey is flung back into the apartment] Casey Brown:
You creeps! You lousy creeps! Sold me out to the cops, huh? Mrs. McCress:
Shut up! [to Jenkins] Mrs. McCress:
Well, this is her! Casey Brown:
[Casey is again grabbed by Jenkins, who examines her shoulderblade and forehead, looking at the scars. Satisfied that Casey is the one he is looking for, he tosses a large envelope of money on the table. Mr. McCress greedily opens the envelope and begins counting] Mrs. McCress:
[hands a suitcase to Jenkins]
Here's the rest of her stuff