A modern multi-use high-rise. A window-washing "DRONE"
works its way up a grid-track. As the RAIN increases, the
drone stops cleaning and retracts into a maintenance shaft.
INT. PLEXIGLASS ELEVATOR -- MOVING -- NIGHT
The elevator ascends quickly -- glimpsing floors dedicated
to Evidence, Parking Authority, Civil Code, Small Claims,
Identification etc. A manacled Barnes trembles.
You're making a ghastly
mistake! I haven't been
to Fisherman's Wharf, I
don't even like fish.
Yeah, yeah, yeah -- like Hodges and Morris really care.
INT. BOOKING LEVEL -- NIGHT
A busy night processing hookers, homeless and alcoholics.
In the thick of it -- the BOOKING CLERK tries to lock Barnes's
hand onto a PRINT-SCANNER -- but he resists mightily.
Check my papers -- I'm with
the English consulate -- I've
got diplomatic immunity -- and
you've - got - no - right!
Barnes pulls away, eyes flashing angrily ... until a HUGE
COP grabs his hand and gently eases it down on the scanner.
INT. HOLDING TANK -- NIGHT
Barnes's thrown into a cell with a nasty group of drunken
GANG-BANGERS. He smiles nervously, goes to the payphone.
One WIRY HOOD trips him. They laugh as Barnes struggles up,
then inserts a "smart" card in the payphone slot.
Hello! Sorry I'm late, but
there's been a bit of a
muddle. I'm on the ninth floor
of the bloody Fillmore police
station. Could you come and
"bail me out" or whatever they
call it? There's a good chap.