Exterior hospital. Night. We are near the emergency room doors. We hear a growling, sputtering engine. Then a black vintage car squeals into the shot, rolling halfway onto the curb.
Terry bursts out of the driver's side and scrambles to the back seat. Medical personnel rush to aid him as he hauls Bruce out of the back seat.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know, he just collapsed!"
"Was he doing anything strenuous?"
Bruce is secured on a gurney. His eyes flutter open briefly. "We have consciousness," someone says.
Terry pushes forward. "Who can we trust?" he asks. "Who's the one person?"
Bruce's eyes close again. Terry is nudged out of the way.
Exterior bridge, continuous. Its gothic arches loom against the rosy sky. Terry, looking drawn, watches the sun emerge warm and golden over the sea. He turns around to survey the cityscape. He nods to himself.
Cut to exterior Tan residence, continuous. Dana is lounging on the front step in some comfy pajamas. She holds a mug of coffee in both hands, enjoying the sunrise over the suburbs, when there's a sputtering sound, and she frowns a little as Terry pulls up in Bruce Wayne's car. Dana stands defensively.
As Terry parks and approaches her sheepishly, she sighs, "What is it this time, Terry?"
"I just wanted to talk."
"Did you steal this car?"
Terry glances back at the car with a stunned expression. He's only just realizing that, yes, he kind of stole this car.
Dana turns around to go inside. "Bye."
"I came to say I'm sorry," he blurted.
She hesitates.
"No excuses. I understand why you dumped me. I was never honest with you. Never let you in." Terry frowns. "But I want you to know that you're a really – great – you're energetic and fun and fierce, and… being around you made me feel like I was a better man than I am. You deserve better than me. And Nelson Nash, by the way, please don't date him, but you can do whatever you want…" He gestures nervously. "And I'm gonna return this car."
Dana suppresses a smile. "Thanks, Ter."
Terry shifts his feet a little. He's growing cocky again. "How about a goodbye kiss?"
She laughs. "Are you serious?"
"Hey, I could die anytime. You never—" Mr. Tan emerges from the house. Terry does an about face. "Well, goodbye."