INT. FORD ESCAPE - NIGHT

CLOSE ON SAM, driving.

His eyes hip-hop from rear view to side mirror, moonroof, road. Every glance shows a funhouse of spinning blue lights.

He takes a deep calming breath. It doesn't work.

EXT. THE ORDER HQ - NIGHT

Satellite dishes on a row of news vans pop open like clamshells. COPS struggle to establish a perimeter as PAPARAZZI, RUBBERNECKERS and ORDER MEMBERS swarm.

The front door cracks open and it's hit by the spotlights of a dozen newscams. REPORTERS push forward, as Dallesandro steps out. He holds up his hand for silence.

INT. CITY HALL, OUTSIDE THE MAYOR'S OFFICE -- NIGHT

Another swarm of reporters, buzzing around the door.

INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS

Pandemonium. Every phone is ringing. Some people are running from room to room, others are in shock, nearly catatonic. A STAFFER cries at his desk. A female AIDE kneels beside him.