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INT./EXT. MANHOLE - CANAL & BOWERY - CONTINUOUS

Frank, Gibson and the Con Ed men scramble towards the

manhole. Butch and another fireman are waiting up top. They

help the men -- who are covered in oil and slime -- up onto

the street. And then they all tear away from the

manhole...around a corner... collapsing on the pavement

against a building.

K-A-B-O-O-M -- A MUFFLED EXPLOSION

The vault ignites, the tunnel "FLASHBACKS" -- a towering

geyser of FLAMES AND DIRT ERUPTING out of the manhole from

which Frank has just escaped.

In the distance, FLAMES erupt out of the other

manhole...engulfing the OIL TRUCK...blowing it into a million

pieces.

Through the INFERNO at the base of the Manhattan Bridge,

Frank can see that no one is hurt. His eyes glistening with

adrenaline and relief, he sits back against the building and

throws an arm around Gibson.

FRANK:

You did good, Gib. Real good.

Frank looks over at the hyperventilating Butch and smiles.

FRANK (CONT'D)

Elvis has left the building.

INT./EXT. MIDTOWN TUNNEL - MORNING

Inside the tunnel. Dark. Moving fast. Flashes of LIGHT

bounce off the shiny tile walls. The deep throated ROAR of a

'67 HARLEY battles with Martha & the Vandellas' HEAT WAVE.

We are with Frank, wearing a leather jacket with the insignia

of his fire-fighting unit emblazoned on it, and a New York

Mets BASEBALL CAP pulled down tight, as he rockets his

chopper through traffic, out of the tunnel, and up into...

EXT. QUEENS - STREETS - CONTINUOUS

CREDIT MONTAGE begins as Frank cruises home. It has STOPPED

RAINING. Frank passes by billboards and other evidence of

the approaching METS/BALTIMORE ORIOLES World Series.

He circles a LITTLE LEAGUE ball field waving to some

OLDSTERS.

EXT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - QUEENS - CONTINUOUS

Frank glides the Harley alongside his house. A feisty

DALMATIAN PUPPY ELVIS barks his welcome from behind a fence.

Feeling fatigued, Frank dismounts and enters teh backyard,

playing for a moment with Elvis while he uprights a TRAINING

BICYCLE, tidies up BASEBALL EQUIPMENT, and glances up at a

HAM RADIO ANTENNA secured to the roof, before entering

through a backdoor. There is a sense of routine to all this.

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