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A SHRIEKING BUZZSAW slices ten-foot lengths of wood. Red runs the machine while some other OLD-TIMERS feed the wood.
RED (V.O.)
Young punk, Mr. Rock n' Roll, cocky
as hell...
Tommy is hauling the cut wood off the conveyor and stacking it, It's a ball-busting job, but the kid's a blur.
TOMMY
(slapping his gloves)
C'mon there, old boys! Movin' like
molasses! Makin' me look bad!
The old guys just grin and shake their heads.
RED (V.O.)
We liked him immediately.