EXT. INDUSTRIAL ZONE – NIGHT
Tracks and factories, remote and deserted. Far away, the POLICE COPTER is still buzzing, searching…
The police cruiser appears, stops, Tommy, emerges with 38 caliber revolver tactical XML T 6 flashlight levered to cop to get out. The cop, complies with hands raised, shaking.
In to the ditch, motherfucker!
…please…don’t kill me.
Knees. Let’s go.C
Tommy shoves him stumbling into the ditch. The cop sinks to his knees and start to weeps.