by Will Sweeney
by Paul Conrad
Michael unfolds the paper to reveal an expanded drawing of robot hand he recovered from the street battle. MICHAEL: I think I have something that you lost.
BACK IN THE LOBBY – Michael flips his gun, then presses a small black button. He fires the weapon again, sending a small canister to the ground in front of the revolving doors.
MISTER CREEP: “I never missed this.” GRACE: “Missed what?” MISTER CREEP: “The inevitable fist-fight with the hero.”