INT. WOLF'S LAIR - WINE CELLAR - NIGHT
Sydneyís Bald henchman, whom we'll now call WAYNE, sits at a table and snaps shut a cell phone. His Dark Haired partner, ALPHONSE, sits across from him, staring at a quarter-full tumbler of scotch. Two other Henchmen wait in the back of the room: a mean-looking, wiry guy named BONY; and KARL, big and muscular with a German accent.
Theyíre on the way.
Alphonse downs the rest of his drink.
What are you, nervous? You have a higher body count than I do.
Body count doesnít make the man. Itís how many notables you put to sleep, thatís what matters.
You want me to do your work for you tonight? I can do that. How does that help you, though?
Wayne moves the empty glass to a bar across the room.
That's not what this is about. This is about nobody wants the mayorís blood on their hands, so letís get the new guy to do it, right?
Heís not the mayor no more.
Not after tonight.
INT. DELANDíS CROWN VIC (MOVING) - NIGHT
Delandís behind the wheel. Napolitanoís removing his disguise.
Hoovler dialed me direct. Said Rachel Davis might be held at this mansion in the hills. He wants me to poke around under the radar -- because of some "unorthodox relationships" in the department. He said if this goes down right, my suspension goes away.