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GARY, THE CRYPTOFASCIST - “That's basically it. I'm a pie delivery man. How about we change the subject?” ENDURANCE - Yum. Did someone say topping pie?
SHIVERS - All is still except for the last bits of steam rising from the coffee pot. STEBAN, THE STUDENT COMMUNIST - “Well, on that note, I think we can call it an evening.”
SHIVERS - These days, only the weakest remain in Coal City. Their hopes of getting rich linger in the defunct shafts under their feet.
ENDURANCE - A frazzled ride through eternity without pause. Hissing pistons pushed to the extreme.
YOU - “You don't like this uniform?” (Gesture toward your coat.) THE DESERTER - “Oh, I love it. Makes me nostalgic for the time we…The time we wiped every last fucking one of them off this Earth.” HALF LIGHT - Grand, violent pride swells in him.
YOU - “Wait, I have my…I have my…” (Take out your gun.) HALF LIGHT - But you don't take out your gun -- instead you fumble with the holster, desperately trying to free the weapon from its pouch…It looks pathetic.
HALF LIGHT - Fucking shit, I'm scared. What do I do? Who do I call? COMPOSURE - Don't go grabbing at your chest and screaming bloody murder. Keep your cool. Remember -- looking good always makes you feel better.
MAN WITH SUNGLASSES - “Oh you know me…always the joker -- just can't but see the bright side. Guess I'm just pathologically a *glass is half-full* kind of guy.” PAIN THRESHOLD - This guy is suffering from clinical depression. And it's been going on awhile.
RENÉ ARNOUX - “King Filippe III on his steed -- a reminder of what Revachol once was…” GASTON MARTIN - “Oh absolutely…At the mercy of a cocaine-snorting tyrant who emptied the treasury so he could sleep on a bed of gold?” ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Cocaine?
HALF LIGHT - You really shouldn't touch it. YOU - Touch it.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Behold the fear and confusion reflecting in the eyes of the two feeble geezers -- they are in awe of your superiority. You are a God to them.
YOU - I like the punching idea more. HALF LIGHT - Do it! Now!
SHIVERS - Music pounds through the hall of an old stave church on the coast of Martinaise. Several figures are lost in the sound. One of them, an officer of the RCM, suddenly stops. He appears disoriented, then starts shaking -- violently, no longer in rhythm with the music.
PAIN THRESHOLD - The chair you're sitting on has got to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world. It's *violating* your backside.
SHIVERS - Your shirt sticks to your chest. The cold finds its way in under your skin. You shiver, and the city shivers with you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Now the taste is slowly receding into your throat…The rush is growing in intensity, your little heart pounding like a bird in a cage. A sweat breaks out across your brow, your jaw clenches…
HALF LIGHT - Deep down you know the only *true* stakes are life and glory, or death by fiery dismemberment.
YOU - Yell “Hello!” into the furnace. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - A pathetic yelp sounds off into the vast darkness of the chimney. You're a little embarrassed you produced it.
KIM KITSURAGI - “We have business back in the Whirling-in-Rags. Questions to ask. We should get to it.” HALF LIGHT - Something tells you you should be extra careful from now on.
SHIVERS - Under the violet morning sky the great district wakes: A chessboard of wooden houses, 80,000 living souls and chimney stacks. Firetraps as far as the eye can see -- from Main Street to Precinct 41, to Boogie Street forking into the glowing horizon…