wam! erlich's cane knocks a pile of papers to the floor off a desk piled high with briefs.
erlich limps through frame toward walsh, grabs him roughly by the collar.
close. a diminished field of chess pieces. adjust to include walsh, scrutinizing the board.
close. the chess set. a few pieces moved off the board now. alex not looking at it. he's looking at the picture of himself and lauren taped in the lid of the chess box.
on walsh, in motion as he puts on a jacket, throws some papers into a briefcase. he's nervous, ill-suited for this cloak and dagger stuff, chattering.
rattle rattle. alex's shadow visible through the frosted glass, jostling the locked door.