The walkway cuts from the sidewalk, going to the large adminstrative building. The camera follows the cement blocks to the front doors, slowly panning upwards. Three letters become visible.
U W A
The building is closed, the front doors barred by lock and chain.
The camera turns, staring back at the road as a car approaches, pulling up alongside the sidewalk. It stops, engine turning off.
Doors opening, and two in black exit. The driver, Ten Minute Major. The passenger, Alison. Dressed in black, they head to the opened trunk of the car, pulling out a large wreath. They carry it forward.
Another car pulls up behind the first. Rubeus Dahrkov exits alone, walking forward., similarly dressed to the others present.
Alison and Major lay the wreath in front of the building, then back up steps. Major pulls out a small flask from his jacket, taking a small drink before returning it to his coat.
They wait, in silence. Then, a third vehicle, backs up in front of Major's car. The back doors open, and out come Doc Placebo and Erica. They walk forward, Placebo checking his watch.
They stand in a line of 5.
A line of silence.
Silence, in mourning.
Rubeus, from within his jacket, pulls out a small, grey container. He opens it up, producing three cigars. He hands them out to the men present.
Placebo, producing a lighter, passes it around.
Three cigars are lit.
Three cigars are puffed.
Then, they move forward. Without looking at each other, they put the cigars into the wreath; points of a triangle.
Back up. The wreath begins to turn to fire.
Placebo turns to leave, Erica going with him. They are in their car, and are gone.
After a few moments, Major and Alison leave as well, the fire reaching upwards, yearning for the sky.
Only Dahrkov remains. He stands.
Contemplating, thinking, debating.
A smirk tugs at his lip. His sunglasses on, and he leaves.
Funeral Pyre stretching for the letters. The camera moves in close, panning upwards.
U W A
R. II. P.
