CUT TO. INT-BAR ROOM, NIGHT: Sarah and her friends walk in. They proceed past the bar. Sarah nods to the bartender, he nods back. The bartender pulls out a pair of keys. He looks to another tender.

BARTENDER

Take over for a second I'll be right back.

BARTENDER #2

Sure.

INT-BAR ROOM: The bartender escorts Sarah and company to a small room full of kegs behind the bar. Sarah looks to the Bartender.

SARAH

So, who's all here?

BARTENDER

Uh, I think just about everyone. Oh, no. Richie's not. Actually, I haven't seen him in a while.

CUTTER

Disappeared off the map huh?

BARTENDER

Guess so.

SARAH

Maybe he got out.

JADA

What?

SARAH

Nothing.

CUT TO. EXT-ALLYWAY, NIGHT: A black car slowly rounds a corner. It comes to a graceful stop behind the bar that Sarah is in. Three men in black suits get out. They are also wearing dark sunglasses. Their expressions are cold and stoic. They stand in a line beside eachother.

In the middle is AGENT JONES. On his left is AGENT BROWN. On Jones' right is AGENT JOHNSON.

JONES

Are they inside?

BROWN

Yes they are.

JOHNSON

Do we proceed?

JONES

Yes. They're only human.

EXT-ALLYWAY: The three agents move towards the bar.

CUT TO. EXT-ROOFTOP, NIGHT: Hemmington and Woo have just gotten on the roof from a ladder. Hemmington's phone rings.

CUT TO. EXT-ALLYWAY, NIGHT: The agents react to a faint phone ring. They look to eachother. Then they all look up. Jones looks to the other two.

JONES

Take them.

EXT-ALLYWAY: Johnson and Brown nod. They begin to climb a nearby ladder.

CUT TO. EXT-ROOFTOP, NIGHT: Hemmington has answered the phone.

HEMMINGTON

Yeah?

(V.O)

Agents sir. Three of em'. Two headed your way, a third going into the bar.

HEMMINGTON

Fuckn' hell.

WOO

What?

HEMMINGTON

Trouble. That's what. (into phone) Where are they now?

EXT-ROOFTOP: At that moment, Johnson and Brown appear right in front of Woo and Hemmington.

(V.O)

They should be right there sir.

HEMMINGTON (into phone)

Thank you David. I have to go now.

EXT-ROOFTOP: Hemmington hang up the phone. He draws his automatics. Woo reaches behind himself and pulls out a pair of katanas. The agents draw one Walther P99 each.

HEMMINGTON

Let's dance.