EXT. TOWN - ROOFTOP

Paul sits cross-legged at the edge of the roof, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed. A deep frown creases his features.

Slow zoom into close-up of his face. His eyes pop open as a yell is heard distantly off-screen. He almost appears to levitate to his feet from his sitting position. Paul cocks his head, ear turned toward the yell.

With a whip of his coat, he turns and sprints toward the far edge of the roof.

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INT. OLD SHOP

Mal walks about, looking closely at a few more devices. His face belies frustration.

MAL - Maybe you can help.

He turns to the old man, pulling a small object from his pocket. He holds it up for the man to see.

MAL - Think you have the tech’, matches this?

The old man gestures and Mal hands him the object. It looks like an advanced micro-cassette.

SHOPKEEPER - Ya know, I just might. Wait right here.

The old man steps through an open door behind the counter. We hear rummaging OS. Mal glances around as if at a loss.

SHOPKEEPER (VO) - A-ha! I knew it.

The Shopkeeper re-enters, a small tape-recorder in hand. He blows a bit of dust off it and hands it to Mal along with the tape.

Mal turns it over in his hands. He presses a button and the ejector panel pops open allowing Mal to easily slide the tape into the device. He looks closely at the recorder, then presses Play. The unmistakable sound of recorded silence emits from the little speaker. Mal grins and looks up at the Shopkeeper.

MAL - How much?

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EXT. TOWN - ALLEY

CU of Simon’s face, pressed firmly against a brick wall.

Pull away to see Troop #1 holding Simon’s left arm twisted up into his back while he pulls a pair of heavy metal handcuffs from another pouch on his belt. With a twitch of his hand, he jerks Simon’s arm, causing him to drop the small box.

CU of box. Slo-mo drop to the snow-covered ground.

SIMON - Sir, this really isn’t necess...

Troop #1 twists further on Simon’s arm, cutting off his statement as he grimaces. W