John Joseph Moakley Courthouse, Boston, on a bright morning. In his office, an elegant and neat tall 40 year old man, is putting all of his stuff in a box.

He grabs a frame holding a photograph of his wife, boy and him, standing happily. He smiles. There goes his plaque : "ATTORNEY C. DUSTIN". It's sunny. He glances at a yard, through his window and smiles again. The door opens and a woman, his colleague, surprises him.

MARIA : So, Senator ? Feeling nostalgic ?

DUSTIN : Hi, Maria. You know, fateful feelings. But no regrets ! I'm gonna miss you all.

MARIA, getting closer the desk : We'll do fine.

They cuddle.

MARIA : Stay in touch. I know that a senator's life can be pretty busy, but you'll still think about us, right ?

DUSTIN, grabbing his box and heading to the door : Maybe about my real family first, but then about you, don't worry. And don't you feel bad, you're taking my place !

MARIA : One cannnot replace such a lawyer !

They head out. In the corridor, a few people. Almost all are wearing glasses, some carry books, some seem to be lawyers. All of them greets Dustin.

DUSTIN : Oh, can you allow me just a moment to say Goodbye to the place ?

MARIA, gullible : Of course. Let's meet up on the steps in a few.

At the same time, in front of those steps, two FBI trucks pull over.

Next shot : Dustin, alone in a closet, on the phone.

PHONE : They're here, 17. You've gotta sneak out.

DUSTIN : Sneak out ? How ?

He glances through the window's roller blinds.

DUSTIN : Im surrounded...

PHONE : Find a way. Or erase the data. They shan't retrieve anything.

DUSTIN, with a darker tone, gulping : Very well. Goodbye, 13.

He hangs up.

Shot of Dustin rushing through corridors, now a lot more serious, still dragging his box. He doesn't pay attention to the people that wave at him anymore.

He's sweating abundantly. He suddenly grabs an agape woman's arm. But he can already hear :

AGENT : Right there !

He hasn't got much time. He knocks a door open and plunges in the stairs. Many footsteps can be heared behind him.

Outside, on the Courthouse steps, Maria's waiting. The presence of the FBI bothers her.

She stands up and begins heading toward the inside. She spots Dustin running through the main hall, with his box under the arm.

MARIA, lifting her arm : Cedric ! I'm here !

Still chased by the agents, he jumps thourgh the glass, shattering it. Maria gapes at him.

MARIA : What's happening ?!

He holds her by the shoulders and uses her as a shield, walking down the steps backwards.

DUSTIN : Stay away !

MARIA, trying to escape his hold : Cedric ! What the hell's wrong with you ?!

AGENT : Let go of this woman right now and place your hands above your head !

Dustin places his arm against Maria'sneck. He's still backing away and is now encircled by FBI agents. Broyles is there.

BROYLES : It's over, senator ! Surrender !

Dustin panicks. He throws his hostage forth. She screams. He then closes his eyes and seems to meditate.

BROYLES : EVERYBODY DOWN !

The agents follow the order. Dustin turns red, the music intensifies and then stops abruptly : in the silence, Dustin suddenly liquifies in a pathetic noise. His body collides and is soon just a lumpy opal puddle, mixed with bones and wet clothes. Broyles eyes are wide open.

Blue Opening.