INT. SOLOW BUILDING - 30TH STOREY - DAY

A switch CLICKS on the timing box.

We continue to PUSH toward the window.

The two generator-like machines from earlier are revealed to be industrial SMOKE-MACHINES.

They begin to slowly HISS out dense plumes of white SMOKE.

INT. FRICK MUSEUM - BASEMENT HALLWAY - DAY

Cole and Alex emerge painfully slowly from the elevator, feigning limited mobility.

Mark holds the doors open for Cole to wheel Alex down the basement hallway gallery, past the foot of a large spiral staircase that leads back to the main level.

The elevator doors close and Alex checks his wristwatch. Cole glances at the time from above - 10:32am.

INT. SKYSCRAPER - 30TH FLOOR - DAY

We PUSH past the large SPEAKERS and HALT, pressed against the glass.

DET-CORD runs along the perimeter of every window.

The smoke-machines are warmed up and billowing thick clouds of dense white smoke that obscure the view.

Two more SWITCHES on the timing box CLICK in quick succession.

The det-cord EXPLODES in a bright FLASH. The entire bank of windows SHATTERS, blown outward.

We PLUNGE over the edge and FALL the thirty storeys to the street below.

In the midst of a tumbling, spectral hurricane of glass the ROAR of a jet-engine BLASTS from the SPEAKERS above.

ON THE SIDEWALK

A WALL STREET SUIT yanks a TEENAGE GIRL back by her elbow as glass SMASHES onto the pavement in front of them.

PEDESTRIANS on the other side of the street exclaim in shock and point at the large HOLE left in the side of the skyscraper emanating thick clouds of SMOKE.

PEOPLE pull out their cellphones.
INT. FRICK MUSEUM - BASEMENT HALLWAY - DAY

Alex adjusts hands in his hallway into

REAR GALLERY

They inspect case.

his cuff back over his watch and settles his lap as Cole pushes him down the length of the the:

a small marble statue in a pedestal display

INT. 911 CALL CENTER - DAY
The room is MAYHEM. Every phone RINGS AT ONCE.

OVERWHELMED DISPATCHER Yes, we’re aware. Where are you

calling from? (listening) No, stay there.

INT. NETWORK NEWSROOM - DAY

A FLURRY of action and yelling. INTERNS buzz about, hurriedly delivering things to people or receiving instructions about what to do next.

SWEATING PRODUCER We’re cutting in in five minutes.

Where the fuck is the location feed?

INT. SKYSCRAPER - OTHER FLOORS - DAY

The fire alarm BLARES on and off.

A REDHEADED RECEPTIONIST presses her face against the glass trying to get a look.

SUITS scurry for the elevator only to be redirected to the stairs.

IN THE STAIRWELL:

A steady stream of people descend, being joined by more at every door.

LARGE SUIT Everyone stay calm!

EXT. FIREHALL - DAY

Sirens BLARING, a FIRE TRUCK’s tires SQUEAL as it ROARS from the station.

INT. POLICE

A LANKY COP into drive.

His PARTNER

CRUISER - DAY
snaps the radio back into place and drops the car

braces his hand on the dash.

INT. FRICK MUSEUM - SECURITY OFFICE - DAY

The Frick Collection’s head of security MIKE DAVIS (age 42) clutches a phone to his ear.

Okay, Davis hangs the

Mark? away.

DAVIS
yeah, right away.

phone up and radios to Mark:

DAVIS (CONT’D)
I need you down here right

MARK (O.S.) (filtered)

On my way.

INT. FRICK MUSEUM - GARDEN COURT - DAY
A LOUD TONE draws the attention of the early morning PATRONS.

55.

DAVIS (O.S.) (over P.A. system)

Ladies and gentlemen, could I have your attention? There has been an explosion south of the park, and for precautionary measures we have been asked to evacuate the museum. If everyone could make their way calmly toward the exit as quickly as possible. Thank you. And please keep calm.

The Museum fire alarm begins to SOUND.

A YUPPIE COUPLE look at each other, shocked. the exit fast.

They start for

INT. FRICK MUSEUM - BASEMENT - REAR GALLERY - DAY

Cole begins to wheel Alex back toward the elevator. The few other PATRONS in the basement are already climbing the stairs.

Once Alex and Cole are sure they’re the only people left in the basement, they slip into the open elevator.

Cole stands between the surveillance camera and Alex. Alex leans forward in his chair and slips a tiny pry-bar behind the service panel and pries it open. With a violent yank at the elevator’s electrical guts, Alex disables it.

Cole presses a couple of buttons with no result. Alex eases the panel closed.