Inside the conference hall, now converted for partying. People are happily gossipping, eating, drinking, and dancing. A single distant gunshot is heard.
Most don't even notice. A few people pause, then go back to happily partying.
Cut to the dark alleyway. RAVARI is holding a smoking pistol, surprised or agonized expression on his face.
SECURITY CAPTAIN and two SECURITY OFFICERS enter.
CAPTAIN: What happened here, sir? I heard a gunshot.
RAVARI: (Stammering) It was a bandit. (Pause. Regains composure.) I fought him off.
JOHANNSON enters.
CAPTAIN: Jens, Martin! Patrol the perimeter.
OFFICERS #1, #2: (Unison) Yes, ma'am!
Both OFFICERS exit. JOHANNSON stares at RAVARI.
CAPTAIN: Sir, please stay inside the conference building during the symposium. You never know what dangers lurk in the streets.
RAVARI: Noted.
CAPTAIN starts exiting the alley, then turns back.
CAPTAIN: Ah, one more thing. Have you seen mister Savant?
JOHANNSON extends his hand, as if to speak something, then thinks otherwise.
RAVARI: No.
CAPTAIN: He has went missing since this morning.
RAVARI: Most strange. However, I am pretty sure that he has his own good reasons.
CAPTAIN: Indeed, sir.
Switch to top view. The alley is empty save for the three people.
CAPTAIN: Aren't you coming back inside, sir?
RAVARI: Just one moment, after I regain my composure.
Pause.
CAPTAIN: Be careful out there, sir.
CAPTAIN bumps with JOHANNSON.
CAPTAIN: (mumbles) Excuse me!
CAPTAIN exits. JOHANNSON stares at RAVARI. RAVARI stares into the distance. Zoom out, fade to black.