INT – NIGHT: An abandoned parking garage. Two men, Mr. Owl, and Mr. Boy are standing in the fading light, talking closely.
MR. BOY: How many WikiLeaks will it take to get to the center of this conspiracy?
MR. OWL: One? Two? Three?
[A piano falls on MR. OWL with a sickening “CRUNCH!”]
MR. BOY: [Troubled] I guess the world may never know.