unmarked DC police cars - and two black
SWAT vans.
The panel van - with Marcells Crab House painted on its
sides - pulls to a stop. The back doors open from the inside
and Starling is the first one out - well-rested and alert -
hoisting down her equipment bag.
One of the DC policemen, the one whose girth and manner
say hes in charge, watches the woman by the van slip into a
Kevlar vest, drop a Co
operates - his paralyzed legs a particular dead weight.
After covering Eugene with a blanket, Jerome enters a bathroom
containing a surgically-clean stainless steel basin, sink,
shower and toilet.
Beside the toilet stands a large, industrial-style stainless
steel refrigerator.
Donning protective gloves, Jerome opens the liquid-nitrogen
cooled refrigerator. A cloud of condensed water vapor billows
operating the laptop with one hand.
Business talk, mile-a-minute.
MALE VOICE (v.o.)
(from phone)
... might be perched up on majority
shares, but youre not the only one
who gets hurt if the actuals crash.
Forecasts were fucked to begin with.
NICHOLAS
(into phone)
The moment Baer/Grants P and L
report is placed in my hand, I will
be speed dialing your number.
Empty walls. No distractions. MARIA, th
unmarks blaze ...
Guns his bitch... Straight at the roadblock .. Three CRUISERS and
a PORTABLE WOODEN BARRICADE... Memphis pins her ... ZOOOOOM! Dead-on
to the roadblock ...
And, at the last moment, as the COPS dive out of the way, Memphis
bangs the gear shift into neutral -- yanks the parking brake --
And the Mustang spins on the straight -- Screeching spin ... And
Memphis takes the HARD LEFT ..
Slow motion. Armed troops in black uniforms pour out of unmarked vans and swarm across a lawn in a middle class residential neighborhood. Yuppie neighbours look on in shock, confused. Two of the troops carry a battering ram to the front door of a white two-storey house. A leashed Rottweiler snarls and barks. In position, their comrades point M-16s into first-floor windows, ready to be ambushed. P