INT. CASTLE GATE. AFTERNOON.
STEVE and KINO are on duty inside a small guard house. They are men of indiscriminate age, somewhere in their 20’s or 30’s. STEVE sits at a desk. KINO is looking out a window.
KINO: You hear Blythe is back?
STEVE: No shit.
KINO: Turner’s pissed. Stuck him on Front Gate. That’s who is coming to relieve you.
STEVE: I didn’t hear about a schedule change.
KINO: Keeping it quiet. Frank says Blythe stole a motorcycle from the Triangles.
CLOSEUP: STEVE. His eyes get wide with excitement.
STEVE: Can you imagine zipping around on these old backroads again? Damn, man. Fuck. I wish Blythe would hurry up then. I’m hungry.
KINO: It’s not even time yet, sit the fuck down.
STEVE: What do you think they’ve got in the commissary today?
KINO: Beans, I’m going to assume. It’s always fucking beans.
STEVE: I saw deer tracks out there, man. They’re coming back.
KINO: And those woodchuck Cooleys will have shot them all before summer.
STEVE: Fucking Cooleys… Fucking Blythe. Hurry the fuck up, my shift is over!
KINO: The man has been living feral for a month. He has to re-acclimate to clocks.
STEVE: Fuck that guy.
ROOK (OS): (Shouting.) Front Gate!
STEVE: That better be Heller.
EXT. FRONT GATE. LATE MORNING
STEVE and KINO enter from inside the guard house.
A great wooden bar locks the front gate. STEVE and KINO must work together to lift it and swing the gate open.
FRANK and RATT are outside.
STEVE: You don’t see Heller?
RATT: Cooleys been attacked. More rippers than I seen in a year. We got tell Turner.
RATT exits.
KINO: But no sign of Vince?
FRANK: We saw the Cooley place and came right back. Martin and Skells went ahead to find out more. Heller is probably inside the walls, still a lot of rippers wandering in the valley.
STEVE: Blythe says they been storing rippers for an army.
FRANK: They couldn’t have stored this many, not with all the empty barns in Marathon.
KINO: Where did they come from?
FRANK: Beats the fuck out of me man, but I ain’t seen this many in a long time.
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