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54INT -- AUDITORIUM CORRIDOR -- NIGHT (1949)

Andy exits the theater and freezes in his tracks. Two dark figures loom in the corridor, blocking his path. Rooster and Pete. Andy turns back -- and runs right into Bogs.

Instant bear hug. The Sisters are on him like a flash. They kick a door open and drag him into --

THE PROJECTION BOOTH 66

-- where they confront the startled PROJECTIONIST, an old con blinking at them through thick bifocals.

BOGS

Take a walk.

PROJECTIONIST

I have to change reels.

BOGS

I said fuck off.

Terrified, the old man darts past and out the door. Pete slams and locks it. Bogs shoves Andy to the center of the room.

BOGS (CONT'D)

Ain't you gonna scream?

Andy sighs, cocks his head at the projector.

ANDY

They'd never hear me over that.

Let's get this over with.

Seemingly resigned, Andy turns around, leans on the rewind bench -- and curls his fingers around a full 1.000 foot reel of 35mm film. Rooster licks his lips, pushes past the others.

ROOSTER

Me first.

ANDY

Okay.

Andy whips the reel of film around in a vicious arc, smashing it into Rooster's face and bouncing him off the wall.

ROOSTER

Fuck! Shit! He broke my nose!

Andy fights like hell, but is soon overpowered and forced to his knees. Bogs steps to Andy, pulls out an awl with a vicious eight-inch spike, gives him a good long look at it.

BOGS

Now I'm gonna open my fly, and

you're gonna swallow what I give

you to swallow. And when you d