INT. REC ROOM
MAX is slumped over, still tied to pole. His breath is labored. Heavy tread as BLYTHE enters, heard but unseen. MAX picks up his head.
BLYTHE: You don’t look so good, kid. Tip told me you Cooley boys were gonna pick me clean. That sound about right? You get lucky with the zombie when you saw us here? Gonna catch yourself another slave?
MAX: They ain’t slaves.
BLYTHE: Remmy Cooley calls them slaves.
SPIDER enters, holding a knife.
SPIDER: His wound is infected.
BLYTHE: The Cooleys herding rippers?
MAX: (fighting weakly) Remmy Cooley’s full a shit. Those women can come and go as they please. Think anyone gonna call Cherry Steem a slave and get away with it?
BLYTHE: I asked about rippers.
SPIDER: You need to cut out the infection, or he’ll die!
SPIDER gives knife to BLYTHE.
MAX: No, man, come on.
BLYTHE: Tell me about the rippers.
BLYTHE pushes MAX forward, rips away the clothes around Max’s wound. MAX pleads and wails. BLYTHE cuts away corrupted flesh and tosses the pieces aside. Zoom out from above, fade out on MAX screaming to light music.
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