Reluctantly, she pulls out a hand-written report, neatly drawn up on yellow legal paper, then drops it with the map onto her lap. Napolitano turns west onto Sunset.
A passing streetlight briefly illuminates her face, revealing a look of vulnerability and desire.
She puts a hand on his knee. Napolitano keeps driving.
EXT. VERMOUTH THEATER - BACK ALLEY - NIGHT
Rannoch waits by the stage door in the back alley, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled tight. He hears FOOTSTEPS and jerks his head to see Sydney approach from the darkness.