They pause for a beat and begin to make out the SOUNDS of the posse advancing on them. In the distance, they can see the play of the cops’ FLASHLIGHTS on the tunnel walls.

Buddy hands him the LIGHT. Napolitano scans the passageway.

He turns back and scans the path with his LIGHT, but Buddy is nowhere to be seen.

EXT. WOLF’S LAIR – NIGHT.

The quiet of the compound is broken by a low rumbling, and then Sydney’s futuristic super-car, bursts from an underground garage. As he sits behind the wheel waiting, his face bloodied and swollen, Celeste approaches in a long negligee, a little white powder around one nostril, a glass of champagne in one hand and a small, silver-plated PISTOL extended in the other.

And she SHOOTS, missing everything, but scaring the piss out of Sydney.