DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. ALLEY -- AFTERNOON
Buster and Crabbe escort Lirielle to a sidestreet near a large public square bustling with people.
BUSTER
Here you are then. We’ll collect you come evening.
LIRIELLE
Fine.
CRABBE
This is the bloke you’re after.
He hands her a faded photo of a man with a white beard.
CRABBE
He’s got a packet of documents tucked in his vest. That’s what Finnegan wants you to nab.
Lirielle distractedly takes the photo, her gaze scans the crowd.
BUSTER
Don’t think about runnin’. We found you once, we can find you again.
LIRIELLE
I won’t run because you scare me. I won’t run because I gave my word.
Buster glares at her. She stares defiantly back.
BUSTER
Right.
(He fakes a punch at her and she flinches.)
We’ll see you later.
Crabbe laughs. The pair saunter off.
Once the men are out of sight, Lirielle’s knees buckle and she sags against the wall. She sniffles a few times, fighting back tears. She crumples the photo into a wad and throws it away. She lets herself cry for a moment.
She draws a ragged breath, getting control of herself. She wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeve. Then she gets up, retrieves the photo, and studies it closely.
LIRIELLE
Better if you lose a few papers than if I lose my hands. Sorry, old man.
She enters the square.