EXT. NIGHT. A WALLED GARDEN
A ROPE LADDER IS SWUNG OVER THE IVY CLAD WALL. AN INTRUDER DRESSED ALL IN BLACK DESCENDS. KEEPING LOW HE SCURRIES BEHIND A BUSH.
AN ALSATIAN DOG APPROACHES, EARS ERECT AND SNIFFING THE AIR. BEHIND THE BUSH THE INTRUDER STAYS AS STILL AS POSSIBLE. AS THE DOG SNIFFS ALONG THE GROUND, THE INTRUDER PRODUCES A JUCY STEAK WHICH IS THRUST UNDER THE DOG'S NOSE.
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THE DOG IS LYING UNCONSCIOUS BESIDE THE REMAINS OF THE STEAK. THE INTRUDER IS RUNNING TO THE HOUSE. HE DARTS BEHIND THE CORNER OF A WALL. A SMARTLY SUITED SECURITY GUARD APPROACHES, WALKIE TALKIE IN HAND, AN OBVIOUS BULGE IN HIS BREAST. THE GUARD PAUSES. PRESSED AGAINST THE WALL THE INTRUDER WAITS. THE GUARD TALKS INTO THE WALKIE TALKIE.
GUARD
All clear. Returning to the house.
THE INTRUDER SIGHS WITH RELIEF.
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THE INTRUDER IS OUTSIDE THE DRAWING ROOM WINDOW. THE CURTAINS ARE OPEN AND AN ELEGANT SOIREE IS TAKING PLACE WITHIN. THE INTRUDER DROPS TO HANDS AND KNEES AND CRAWLS PAST.
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THE INTRUDER IS SQUATTING BEHIND A FLOWERPOT BEFORE THE FRONT PORCH. HE DARTS FORWARD AND PUSHES SOMETHING THROUGH THE LETTERBOX, BEFORE COMMANDO ROLLING AWAY.
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INSIDE THE HOUSE. AN ELEGANT LADY PICKS SOMETHING UP FROM THE DOOR MAT.
LADY (READS)
"Sorry we missed you. We called while you were out."
THE LADY SCREWS UP THE CARD IN FRUSTRATION.
END.
