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MAN (in film): Stand up there! (whip cracks)
Take your seats!
(footsteps approaching)
The eye of the storm is expected to hit Friday night.
make sure you write the story
the incomparable Mr. Charles Laughton...
There appear to be some patients missing.
Perhaps it would be best if you took a leave of absence.
We're going through that door.
(groans)
Oh, yes.
so you can take over.
these are not lightning strikes.
Mr. Walker couldn't even sit down.
I won't tell them anything.
Oh, you're seven feet all, I thought you'd be hung like...
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, Carl.
Oh, of course. How could I forget?
THREDSON: There were certain similarities
A movie, on Friday night, when storm will be at its worst.
My ray of sunshine.
(rattling in distance)
Lights.
To be honest, I'm not so sure anymore.
(thunder rumbling)
Who is it? (door opens)
I saw him sneaking out of the chapel.
I was just going to the infirmary.
KIT: Go! Run, run! Into the tunnel!
(distant clang)
I wouldn't have figured you for a movie buff.
What do you mean?
Now none of that! None of that! None of that.
Help me.
(gasps)
Go ahead.
what you think you know.
All we have to do is go through those doors,
(chuckles)