Rachel stops. Sydney smiles forgivingly. Rachel head-butts him. Sydney GRUNTS in pain. Blood pours from his nose.
He covers his nose, checks to see the blood. Rachel pushes by him and grabs the handle of the sliding door.
EXT. BALCONY - NIGHT
Rachel scrambles out onto the balcony and looks up fearfully at a swarm of helicopters circling in the distance. Sydney strides out after her.
He starts to grab her, but Rachel shakes free and jumps!
WIDER Ė ON THE SCENE
She lands on the grass, rolls like a gymnast and staggers to her feet, shaken but unhurt. She glances up at a stunned Sydney and takes off running.
INT. SUBWAY Ė NIGHT
Slumped in his seat, hood drawn forward, Napolitano peers around the car, half-filled with a cosmopolitan mix of characters. Behind him, TWO UNSAVORY LOOKING TOUGHS meet his gaze. He coolly turns his head to the window.
Staring at him through the window is a wizened, pigtailed, CHINESE MANíS face. Napolitano jerks back, but the face is gone. He looks around, but the face was no reflection. The Toughs have moved a few seats closer.
EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD WALK OF FAME - NIGHT
A dazed Rachel walks down the boulevard, ignoring the tourists, panhandlers, dealers and street artists. She approaches a booth manned by HAPPY DAYS LOOKALIKES, where The Orderís programs, tests and paraphernalia are hawked to passersby. Business is good.