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INT.	THE VIDEO GAMES ROOM, WITH THE VIDEO PATRON

At first we can't see him. All the games have gone back to their
previous "come-on" stages.

THE CAMERA COMES IN AND PANS LEFT. The VIDEO PATRON is down on his
knees in front of tne cigarette machine, grubbing for change. He's
loaded all of his pockets (and with chino work-clothes heís got a lot
of pockets) with cigarette packs, snacks, and change. He's even got
three or four packs of cigarettes stuffed under his hat. When he gets
up and starts for tne door we can see patches of corfee on the knees
of his pants.

He JINGLES as he walks.

His movements are furtive. He means to escape. Gets halfway to the
door when all the phones start ringing. He turns, startled, and all
the machines light up again. He is drawn to the one he was
originally playing, as if hypnotized. He touches it and is enveloped
in weird blue fire. Hes being electrocuted before our very eyes. He
JINGLES MADLY. He flies against the wall. Cigarettes fall out of his
pockets, his hat, his shirt. He is dead.

INT. THE GRILL AREA, WITH BILL, HENDERSHOT, WANOA JUNE, OTHERS

SOUNDS: Bam! Ka-boom! and also Ba-ROOM!

                          HENDERSHOT
	       Now what?

BILL starts in the direction of the explosions, as a good hero should.

INT.	THE RINGING TELEPHONES IN THE VIDEO ROOM	

THE CAMERA holds on the phones, then moves to a widly flashing video
game, then to another, then to a pinball machine that is an orgasm of
lights and bells. Last, to the VIDEO PATRON. He is propped against the
wall, dead, eyes open and starting from their sockets. His lap is full
of cigarette packs. His skin is smoking.

INT.	BILL, IN THE VIDEO ROOM DOORWAY

                           BILL (soft)
                 What in hell is going on here?

INT.	THE FUEL OFFICE	

DUNCAN is lying on the cot in the back, a wet cloth over his eyes.
Heís moaning. STEVE GAYTON hovers around him like a mother hen.
JOE comes out of the bathroom with a fresh cloth.

                          JOE
                Is it any better, Dunc?

                          DUNCAN
                Not yet, I donít think...Jesus, it 
                hurts!

JOE swaps the rag over DUNCAN'S eyes for the one heís just brought.

THE CAMERA RACKS FOCUS to the smiling picture of DUNCANíS son, DEKE,  
on his cluttery desk.
 

 

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