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B.g., a helicopter DRONES. He lets out an explosion of breath,frowning at the ceiling, WILLing the copter away.

WILL:

Jesus.

He pats the car.

WILL (CONT'D)

Who'd you belong to, sweetheart? The president orwhat?

He checks the car, inside and out, admiring the interior,checking underneath the chassis.

WILL (CONT'D)

Last job, and I nab the president's car. It figures.

He pops the trunk -- there's Emily, bound and gagged, lookingthe worse for the ride, glaring up at him -- it might have been a mistake,her cuffing her arms behind her back.

WILL:

Jesus Christ!

He slams the trunk.

Muffled POUNDING inside. He opens the trunk cautiously,to stare incredulously at Emily.

WILL (CONT'D)

Who the hell are you?

EMILY (MUFFLED)

Mmmmphmmmphmmmphmmmph!

WILL:

I don't need this.

He lowers the trunk lid and scrubs his face with a wearyhand.

EMILY (MUFFLED) (O.S.)

MmmmMmmmph-ph-ph!

He raises the trunk lid.

WILL:

Can you breathe?

EMILY (MUFFLED)

MMmmmmmmMMMphmmmmm!

He nods.

WILL:

Have you had water within the last twenty-four hours?

EMILY:

MphMphMph!

WILL:

You look healthy to me.

He slams the lid, jumps into the driver's seat, and hitsthe control for the garage door.

WILL:

Sweating, revving the engine, waiting for clearance underthe door --

WILL:

It's okay. She doesn't know your name. She doesn'tknow the address. Nobody saw you come in. We're just going to leavethe car somewhere for the cops to find. No. She could die by then.Okay, we'll call the cops -- an anonymous tip. No problem. Finda corner. Dump the car. Stay calm. Everything is all right --

As the garage door opens, the helicopter DRONE fills thewarehouse.

Will sits, listening to that drone in the sky, tapping thesteering wheel -- he turns off the engine and listens a second longer, beforeclosing the garage door against that sound.

WILL:

Sh*t.

INT. AMADEUS's STUDY - EVENING

An ad for the house would boast five fireplaces, parkingfor nine cars, two hundred feet of river frontage, a dock. . . we are talkingexceptionally expensive -- and frighteningly neat.

THOMAS PERKINS steps into the study: Thomas has scars toprove he's been bad places and lived to not talk about them, whichconflicts with his million dollar suit only insofar as he wears it well.

Amadeus, intently manicuring what looks like a perfectlymanicured Bonsai, nods.

AMADEUS:

Someone's kidnapped Emily.

Perkins snorts. Amadeus pinches off a microscopic sectionof tree, discarding it in an empty waste basket.

AMADEUS:

The police --

(Amadeus uses the word "police" much theway a bull dyke says "penis")

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