JOHN: can you see out of the window?
HARRY: yeah, i'm looking right now. the place is heaving with reporters.
JOHN: i thought so. the press didn't take long to come to the same conclusion i did. you're on the news already.
JOHN: and it's the same story here. people with cameras are crawling all over the yard.
JOHN: which means jane's secret police are there too. the drones won't be far behind.
HARRY: oh fuck.
HARRY: sorry, i mean. oh... farts.
JOHN: harry anderson egbert.
JOHN: the word "fuck" was invented for moments like this.
JOHN: but anyway, you need to get out of there, fast.
JOHN: try to create some kind of distraction or something, and then head for the bell tower.
HARRY: you mean the one they hang the dirk strider memorial effigy from every year?
JOHN: yes, that's the place.
JOHN: i'll meet you guys up there.
HARRY: ok dad.
JOHN: oh, and harry?
JOHN: just some small pieces of advice.
JOHN: some guidelines that any budding prankster or newly fledged fugitive should know.
JOHN: don't panic,
JOHN: don't make a scene,
JOHN: and whatever you do...
JOHN: don't get caught!!