INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT *The living room is dimly lit, with scattered packaging paper crinkling underfoot. Molly, a thin young woman with dark hair, stands by the window, staring out at the moonlit night. Bill, a grizzled veteran thief, sits on the couch, scanning a newspaper for the security guards' schedules.* Molly ...How are we going to get inside the damn party without getting caught? Bill "Collateral Damage, whenever you're ready...." *A knock sounds at the door. Bill opens it to reveal TWO, Molly's partner in tools of the trade.* TWO Wad[s in mouth] A little continued discussion would be most useful. Molly *She smirks* If there was only some way we could use the children themselves... as a... *Turns to Bill* pmarshal! Bill Marsh[nets thrown] marsh [] marsh [] marsh [] Molly And with a series of defecting house mics, you've already arranged injection of the ruders. marshmarshmarsh *They all stop and share a knowing look of approval.*