SC32 EXT. RUE ST CATHERINES – NIGHT

PQ gets into his truck. Honeybowl walks to his car. Ramsey excuses himself and gets into a cab. Noemi Leblanc has to choose which one to follow. She chooses PQ. Guillaume heads south. Ramsey tells the driver to head the same way. Three blocks later, as soon as they are out of sight and on a relatively empty stretch of road, Ramsey tells the cab driver to pull over, and gets out of the cab without paying. When the cabbie jumps out after him, Ramsey sticks a gun in his face. Listen to me. A police officer is going to pick you up in 2 minutes. When he asks you who stole your cab, you say it was a white guy. If he tells me you said it was even a guy with a tan, I swear, I’ll fuckin send you home in a box. You got it? The cabbie nods. Ramsey gives him a $200 tip as he gets into the cab and drives away quickly. Ramsey calls PQ. You miss me already? No. Listen up. A couple blocks south of the club there is a cabbie on the street with no cab. A white guy just stole it. You got it? Make sure he reports it that way. I wouldn’t want him saying anything racist. Understand? Yeah ok. I’m turning around, I’m on it. Ramsey is speeding west, he has no time to waste. He knows these streets, and he knows exactly where Guillaume is headed. A moment later he sees Guillaume turning onto Ave Girouard. Ramsey accelerates and runs the ARRET sign. As Guillaume slows to back into his parking spot in front of his house, Ramsey floors it and plows straight through him. At nearly 100km /hour the cab destroys the bike and Guillaume comes head over heals through the windshield. His torso comes to rest in the back seat, his lower half flies clear over the cab and slams down onto the pavement behind the cab. Ramsey is shaken, he knows he has no time to linger. Mostly unhurt, he hobbles away into the darkness. The lights and horn of the cab blink on and off. He needs to get cleaned up, and fast. His abandoned church is only a few blocks away. He sticks to the alleyways and backstreets, and is soon there. He unlocks the padlock, removes the chain, and slips inside. In the distance he can hear the sound of sirens. He will need to lay low here till morning.