EXT., SARASOTA CITY HALL - DAY
Punch-drunk, aged fighter appears. Loopy, dancing around. He bobs and weaves up to City Hall's brick facade and starts wailing away with his bare fists.
FIGHTER: Take that! And that!
His hands get bloody. He keeps punching, slows down, cries with pain.
FIGHTER: Ow. Ow.
He finally stops. Turns to camera.
FIGHTER: I guess it's true. You ...
Go to black --
TITLE: You Can't Fight City Hall.
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