Omar quickly pulls his gun.

Omar nods and waves him ahead with the gun. The two of them skitter down the ramp on their hands and their butts.

UNDER THE CANAL

There's a gate with a busted lock and a sign saying, "This gate closed from sunset to sunrise." Omar pushes through the entrance and waves Napolitano ahead into a darkened tunnel.

Omar flicks his LIGHTER and uses it to find a makeshift torch -- old rags tied to a branch with dried palm fronds -- left leaning against the entrance. He LIGHTS it up.

IN THE TUNNEL

It's empty.

Omar paces nervously, clearly freaked out by Celeste's absence. Napolitano kneels to examine the grounds.

Omar moves closer with the torch. Napolitano sees evidence of a scuffle: Cut cords left in a pile, shreds of ripped clothing, a two-tone, jagged rock.

Napolitano kneels to look closer, not wanting to contaminate the rock with his own prints. As he does, Omar suddenly swings the torch hard, CRACKING it against his skull. Napolitano folds in a heap, and we --

 
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