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thrown against the wall, the map has been ripped from

the ceiling and now, for good measure, Tim Prepp is

smashing a folding chair against the steel door.

TIMOTHY PREPP: Eyes haunted, hunted, almost

demented. In blind rage, he turns and throws the chair

with force against the far wall, even as the officers enter

behind.

Tim spins back to them, his tie undone, shirt ripped.

TIM: “Murderers.

The two men stay near the door, the Commander closing

it on the Burly Sailor outside, keeping his eyes on Prepp.

TIM: Have you come to murder me, like you murdered

Don? Well you'd better, because if I get out of here alive I

will come after you and I will heap upon your heads all

the hell and fury that one poor Tim Prepp Yale Law

School grad can muster.

His voice is hoarse.

ADMIRAL FARRAGUT: You can thank your lucky stars

we brought you here Mister Prepp, or you might well be

dead like your friend Donald. Events are taking place

tonight which cause us grave concern. We thought you

might help us shed some light on -- on -- .

He hesitates. His Navy pride won't let him say anything

against his uniform.

COMMANDER LINDBERG: Your friend at the Treasury

Department uncovered some shitty financial dealings

which involve the military -- .

ADMIRAL FARRAGUT: (defensive) -- Not the Navy.