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20INT. CHAS’ APARTMENT. NIGHT.

Ari’s and Uzi’s bedroom. It is perfectly neat and organized like a military barracks. There are night lights in every socket. There are two fire extinguishers and a large first- aid kit mounted on the wall. There is a turtle in a fish tank in the corner. Ari and Uzi are sound asleep in their bunk beds.

Chas stands in the doorway. His expression is blank. In one hand, he holds a small tape recorder. In the other hand, he holds a fishing lantern.

He turns on the lantern, which begins blinking rapidly in a strobe effect. He presses play on the tape recorder, which blasts a recording of a police siren at full volume. He yells at the top of his lungs:

CHAS

Fire alarm! Ari! Uzi! Let’s go! Look

alive!

Ari bolts out of the top bunk. He is shirtless and has on pajama bottoms. He puts on a pair of cleats and grabs the turtle out of the fish tank. Uzi sits up. He looks half asleep. Chas runs around the room, tipping over chairs and blasting the tape recorder. He looks to Uzi. He screams:

CHAS (CONT’D)

Uzi! Let’s go!