Right of Way 43
Napolitano sighs and does as he’s told, as --
NAPOLITANO
I’m really gonna enjoy taking you down.
VOICE
That’s good. Now put them on the bench next to you.
Napolitano looks around.
VOICE
I can see you but you can’t see me. How cool is that?
NAPOLITANO
What now?
VOICE
Turn off your cell phone and place it in the sock. Put everything under the bench and then walk out onto the beach in a straight line. Let’s say twenty paces. Count them out loud. Go.
The phone goes dead.
EXT. BEACH - NEAR THE PIER - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Shoe on one foot, barefoot on the other, Napolitano walks awkwardly toward the shore.
NAPOLITANO
...fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...
A black-clad MAN comes out of the darkness behind him, grabs him and steers him under the pier, south toward the Loews hotel. From what we can glimpse in the moonlight, the guy is dark and handsome. Napolitano can’t shake his grasp.
NAPOLITANO
No, no, not necessary, I have what you want.
MAN
We’ll see about that.
Napolitano tries to reach for his pocket but the man’s grasp is too strong. They stumble forward hugging the shoreline when suddenly they are bathed in bright spot lights, illuminating the pylons that support the pier.
MAN
Did you lie to me, Mr. Mayor?
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