mrs. lo biancho? i'm mort sestero, hotel security.
someone took your baby?
the emperor is a dog, right?
this is remote one to base, remote one to base. code 12, i repeat, code 12.
code 12 isn't lunch, bruce! didn't you read your manual?
just call the damn police and patch me through. the emperor's been kidnapped.
political? the emperor is a dog, moron!
i am going to kill you, then fire you, bruce. got it? kill, fire. that order. cut to:
stop! bring back that dog! morty's pov -- the girls near the end of the alley. a small dog could easily be concealed under that shower curtain. on the girls -- running full-tilt, drew turns to parker.
bruce! 10-80 at the wagon wheel! bruce looks over to morty like he's speaking slavic, but morty's furiously pointing and bruce sees.  the girls break for the revolving doors. parker gets there first, plunges in so fast that a man entering is tossed headlong into the lobby. drew tries to time the quickly-spinning door but one of the very high spiked heels catches, throwing her forward and sandwiching her in the revolving door.
damn it! then, just to their right, an elderly woman walks through the regular door just adjacent the revolving doors. all four share a sheepish look -- uh, maybe we should have thought of that -- then bolt outside.
isn't that the emperor, ma'am?