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scuttling away as fast as they can.
    A blinding light blooms in the center of the warehouse, depositing Dyson unceremoniously in a heap.
    DYSON : -- IIITTT !
    Wide eyes afraid, gulping down huge chunks of air, he lays there for a moment. Ratski’s voice reminds him:
    RATSKI : (O.S.)Mark an X or something on the floor. You’ll suffer some disorientation when you get there, the chalk is just for you to remember where exactly you arrived.
    Dyson pulls himself up onto his knees, dragging the chalk from his pocket and marking a shaky X on the floor.
    He climbs to his feet. Stumbles toward the door, dragging the bag after him. But --
    DYSON : It’s locked!
    He struggles over to the big double doors. Finds them locked too.
    DYSON : All this way and I’m locked in.
    He wobbles over to the nearest window, unlatches it and heaves. The window rattles up.
    Poking his head tentatively through, Dyson takes a deep breath, instantly gagging at the stench of Victorian London and banging his head on the window.
    DYSON : Jesus Christ!
    He pushes away the nausea. Climbs through the opening.
    EXT. COLBART STREET, WHITECHAPEL - CONTINUOUS
    CLOSE UP: as monumental as Armstrong’s moon landing, Dyson’s booted feet touch down on Victorian cobbles.
    Dyson slides down the window gently. Takes his first steps in a new world. He stops, listening to the distant sound of drunken laughter and barking dogs, as a cautious smile blooms.
    DYSON : Bloody thing worked. I’m here!
    EXT. COMMERCIAL STREET, WHITECHAPEL - NIGHT
    Through throngs of destitute, desperate people, Dyson wanders the streets. Sickened by what he sees.
    - children play in the gutter.
    - their parents sleeping on the sidewalk.
    - an old woman picks over the remains of a dead cat, laughing hysterically.
    - a naked MAN rocks on his haunches, asking anyone that will listen:
    MAN : Have you seen my mother?
    Dyson watches him pitifully. He looks up at the rundown facade of ‘The Ten Bells’ public house, just as a drunk comes flying out of the doors. Crashes into a heap.
    Dyson shakes his head and pulls out a cheap pocket watch. Checks the time.
    Across the street, a heavily set UNDESIRABLE kicks a shoeless OLD MAN asleep on the sidewalk. Gestures to Dyson.
    UNDESIRABLE : On your plates, Bert. Dinner.
    EXT. COMMERCIAL STREET (FARTHER), WHITECHAPEL - NIGHT
    Dodging a line of Hansom cabs, Dyson dashes across the cobbles. He looks up at a shabby three-storey building. A sign in one dirty window reads ‘LODGING’.
    Dyson reaches out to knock, but a voice disturbs him from behind.
    OLD MAN : Might I be so bold as to enquire the time?
    Dyson turns to the Old Man. He cracks a toothless smile, toying humbly with the cap between his hands.
    DYSON : Yeah...
    He pulls the watch from his jacket pocket.
    DYSON : It’s nearly nine.
    OLD MAN : Nice watch you have there, sir.
    Dyson eyes him suspiciously.
    DYSON : Is it? Look, I’ll save you the trouble, Grandad. I know how this works. There’s no way you’re taking this watch from me.
    UNDESIRABLE : (O.S.) That go for me too, guv’nor?
    Dyson spins. The Undesirable towers above him. He grabs Dyson’s shoulder and thrusts a blade right into his gut before he can react. Dyson drops to his knees.
    The Undesirable cackles like a madman. Grabs the watch. He pushes Dyson down into a heap. Then they really set to work on him.
    The Old Man tugs the carpet bag from Dyson’s pathetic grasp as the Undesirable swipes his cap and rifles through his pockets.
    UNDESIRABLE : C’mon! Scarper before the law shows up!
    They tear off, but the Old Man stops. Glances down at his filthy bare feet. He looks back, eyes twinkling.
    The Old Man rushes back. Unties the laces of Dyson’s boots. Dyson looks at him with begging eyes, muttering silently. But the words come from Ratski.
    RATSKI : (O.S.) ...there’s a small tracking device in the heel of one of your boots.
    DYSON : (weakly) Please...
    The Old Man pushes Dyson’s head back to the sidewalk...
    OLD MAN : See