Top of the Eiffel Tower in 2018. Three people (Betty, Charles, Diana) are tied up to the pillar. It’s a cold, windy night. The Paris Shooter appears before them as the hostages awaken. He lurks around them as they regain their consciousness.

Betty: (Slowly opens her eyes and looks around.) Where…where are we? (Looks down.) What- what are we doing here?!

Betty gets anxious and claustrophobic and kicks Charles hoping to wake him up more.

Charles: (Looks at Betty) What? WHAT? What’s going on here?

Diana: I don’t know nor care. I just want to get home to my cats, Meredith and Benjamin. Oh, how I miss them so much.

PPS: (Stops in his steps and looks them in the eyes.) Oh good, you guys are all awake.

Betty: Who are you?

Charles: Why are we here?

PPS: Shhhh. I’ll answer all your questions, but first I have to start from the beginning. It all started when I was a baby-

Diana: (Interrupts) How long will this take? I have a coffee date in the morning and I need my beauty sleep. I cannot afford to have my time wasted with this foolishness.

PPS: FINE! I’ll fast forward a bit. You guys were lurking around my home and vandalizing it. Destroying all of my valuables, how could you, delinquents.

Betty: You mean the catacombs? We were filming a project for our documentary class. We had to go down there.

PPS: I don’t care. You spray painted it with ugly picture and left CHEETO CRUMBS in there. You nasty teenagers.

Diana: Well we didn’t know you lived there. Besides, who wants to live in the dusty crusty catacombs? (eyerolls)

PPS: Well, I think it’s a very lovely home.

Charles: (Looks down) I hope you know I have a fear of heights. Can we just get this over with? If you’re gonna kill us, just do it already.

PPS: Oh, I didn’t think of that. Good idea. (Pulls out a gun and points it at Diana) I’ll start with this little lady.

Charles discreetly unties his ropes.

Diana: Oh god.

Charles: No! (reveals that he is untied and tries to push the PPS off the tower)

PPS shoots Charles in the foot. Charles trips and falls off the tower and drags PPS with him.

PPS: NO! I WILL LIVE FOREVER!

Betty: I- I guess they’re dead.

Diana: Dead as can be.

Betty: Oh shoot I have a Swiss army knife in my pocket. (Cuts herself free and then cuts Diana’s ropes)

Diana: Okay, I’m going to call the cops. (Takes out phone and begins to dial)