Fade in to the coat check. Guy walks down the main hallway by the cloakroom. A troop of Suits pass by. Guy instantly slips into the shadows as an Suit moves to within a few feet of him.

Suit: (to cloakroom attendants) Make sure you check out everyone who passes by, Tell me immediately if you see any goths.
First staff: Do you know what's going on?
Second staff: I donno. Maybe they're enforcing a new dress code.
Guy sneaks into the cloakroom undetected, standing a few feet away from the attendants, with their backs to him. Guy deftly knocks one of their half-full bottles onto the other.
First staff: What was that for? Damnit. I'll have to wash this off now.
Second staff: Oh, sorry. Don't worry about it, I'll get it off.
In the confusion as the attendants deal with the spillage, Guy reaches into the lost and found box and grabs Pete's car keys from the top.

Cut to Cleggy, Nic, Pete, and Shawnee running up the stairs and within view of the front door. They hide behind a table. Bouncers are everywhere. Cleggy takes out his mobile phone.

Nic: (looking out the window at Pete's car) There it is.
Cleggy: Kara, are you there?
Kara's voice: Kinda. Uh, I'm in the main hallway, next to the cigarette machine.
Cleggy: We're just down the hall from you. Hold on.
Cleggy sticks his head above the table and makes a funny face at Kara who is sitting on the other other end of the hallway, hiding from the bouncers.
Nic is watching the dozen or so bouncers wandering around the room Shawnee moves towards Nic, touches his arm and points out the window to the old green Datsun.
Shawnee: You came in that thing? You're braver that I thought.
Nic: Nice! Come on!

Cut back to Guy hiding in the shadows of the narrow passageway as several bouncers rush past him down the hall. He checks to make sure they're gone, then runs down the hallway in the opposite direction. Simon Price appears at the far end of the hallway and starts after the goth.

Guy hurries toward the front door and just before he reaches it Simon Price steps into view. Price lights a cigarette and takes a long slow inhale.
Price: (exhaling) I've been waiting for you, Java-G. We meet again, at last. The circle is now complete.
A crowd gathers around the two. The bouncers guarding the front door start walking towards them.
Price: When I left you, I was but a DJ; now I am a Journalist.
Guy: Only for a second-rate pop magazine, Simon.

Cut to table near the front door where the group is hiding from the bouncers.

Cleggy: Look!
Cleggy, Shawnee, Nic, and Pete look up and see Guy and Price emerging from the far side of the hallway.
Kara ducks out of sight as the bouncers who were guarding the front door rush past her heading towards Guy and the journalist. She rushes off to join the others.
Nic: Now's our chance! Go!
They start for the door. Guy sees the bouncers rushing toward him and realizes that he is trapped. He spies the group. And in the confusion subtly tosses the keys to Cleggy, who catches them soundlessly.
Price: You're getting weak, net.goth.
Guy: You can't win, Simon. If you arrest me, goth shall become more popular than you can possibly imagine.
A look of anger crosses the music journalist's face as he signals the bouncers to grab Guy.
The old goth looks over his shoulder at Cleggy, takes a drink from his flask and then turns to Price with a serene look on his face.
The bouncers grab Guy and drag him off. As the bouncers are distracted, the group slip outside and run towards the car. Cleggy turns and sees Guy dragged away and starts for him. Aghast, he yells out.
Cleggy: No!
The remaining bouncers turn toward Cleggy and start towards him.
Nic: (to Cleggy) Come on!
Shawnee: Come on! Cleggy, its too late!
Nic: Get in the car! Kid!
The group runs toward the car. Pete opens a door and jumps in the driver's seat, taking off the emergency brake, and letting the car start to roll backwards. Cleggy hands him the keys and jumps into the back seat, slamming the door behind him.
Nic: I hope the Java man got the right keys, or this is going to be a real short trip. Okay, hit it!
Pete starts up the car, putting it into gear, speeding off down the street.
Cleggy, saddened by the loss of Java-G, stares off blankly as the others back at the club. Shawnee puts a blanket around him protectively.
Nic: (to Pete) We're coming up on Tottenham Court Road. There's too many pedestrians. Get in the middle lane, maybe we can avoid them.
Cleggy looks downward sadly, shaking his head back and forth, as Shawnee tries to comfort at him.
Cleggy: I can't believe he's gone.
Shawnee: There wasn't anything you could have done.
The car passes through the light on Oxford street onto the one way traffic of Tottenham Court Road. Suddenly a pack of raucous trendies emerge from a chip shop and decided to cross the street against traffic.
Shawnee: Here they come!
Pete turns to avoid the pedestrians as Nic shout obscenities at them. As he passes the last one, a bus suddenly pulls out in front of them, which they miss by inches.
Cleggy: They're coming in too fast!
A pedestrian suddenly decides to cross the street in front of them. Pete slams on the brakes, throwing all the passengers forward.
Kara: Oooh!
Pete starts back into traffic, but is quickly cut off by another car. He swerves, running up against the pavement.
Shawnee: We've lost the left front hub-cap!
Nic: Don't worry, she'll hold together.
As they head out to the middle of the road, the car in front throws a small box out the window, which they can't dodge in time. Pete runs it over with a large bump, as the whole car shudders.
Nic: (to car) You hear me, baby? Hold together!
A passenger jumps off the 73 bus in front of them, just barely missing the car. Pete steers back towards the far left lane as they approach Euston Road. Pete sees the light turn green up ahead, and he speeds up. As they enter intersection, a car on Euston Road jumps the light and is heading straight toward them. Pete speeds up, and the other car just barely misses their back bumper.
As they head down Hampstead Road, the traffic gets lighter, and they all breathe a collective sigh of relief.
Cleggy: (laughing) That's it! We did it!
Shawnee: We did it!
Kara is slouched in the back seat of the car moaning.
Kara: Oooh! I think I'm going to be sick! (to Shawnee) This is all your fault.
The victorious car drives off majestically down the street.


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