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| - (A team of demolition experts assemble sticks of dynamite, blasting caps, timers, detonators and wire to drop a five story building) PHIL: God, it's cold. Gettin' too damn old for this. DENNIS: Make sure that blast cap's on tight. PHIL: It's not the blast cap I'm worried about; it's my damn fingers. DENNIS: Stop your complaining. We fall behind schedule, we violate our permit. PHIL: Just a minute. Almost there. (joins workers who continue to search the building before it is destroyed) MAN ON RADIO 1: Zone one clear. MAN ON RADIO 2: Zone two clear. MAN ON RADIO 3: Zone three clear. MAN ON RADIO 4: Zone four clear. MAN ON RADIO 5: Got a squatter in zone five. Getting him out. After that, we're clear here, too. MAN ON RADIO 6: Zone six clear. MAN ON RADIO 7: Zone seven's clear. MIKE: (on radio) Okay, people. Building's clean. Wrap it up and get out. We're go for demolition in three minutes. CONTROLLER ON RADIO: T-minus three minutes. (Group of men are walking away from prepared building.) DENNIS: So what's up, man? Stateside Diner, meatloaf sandwich? PHIL: Thinking steak and eggs at Cora's. DENNIS: Well, we could always head up Route Nine to Parkview. PHIL: Sure... DENNIS: What? PHIL: "What". The waitress. The brunette. What's her name? DENNIS: Oh, Marcie? No, I wasn't even... I was thinking about the lean corned beef. PHIL: Yeah, right, the lean corned beef named Marcie. DENNIS: Hold up. PHIL: What's the matter? You okay? Dennis, what's the problem? DENNIS: Nothing. I don't know. PHIL: - You swept it, right? - Sure. DENNIS: I just... I don't know. All of a sudden I got a weird feeling. PHIL: Yeah? Me too. Mine's called, "I don't wanna die looking at Dennis." Come on, man. DENNIS: Hey, radio Mike, will ya? Tell him I wanna do another sweep. PHIL: Come on, man, where you going? Dennis, they're holding the countdown for us. Damn it! Come on. Where we going? DENNIS: I think we missed something. The plans show another room over here. Ahh, this doesn't make sense. CONTROLLER ON RADIO: Phil, you got Dennis? What's going on? We don't have a lot of time. DENNIS: Just two more minutes. We'll be right out. Do you hear that? PHIL: What? DENNIS: Sounds hollow. PHIL: Come on, man, this place has been completely prepped. There's nothing underneath there, just solid foundation. DENNIS: Does that sound solid to you? PHIL: It's probably just frost damage. DENNIS: The... the concrete's cracked. (hole breaks open under Dennis' feet. He falls, but is caught by Phil) Ohh! PHIL: (on radio) Mike, I think you should come down here. (joined by Mike, the three men explore the catacombs below the building with flashlights) DENNIS: This was definitely not in the blueprints. PHIL: God, and what's that smell? DENNIS: What do you think this was? PHIL: I don't know, but it's old. DENNIS: Well, good, that narrows it down. (in the dark dampness, the trio find what looks like a jail cell. something scurries to the back of the area) PHIL: What the hell? (a naked, hairless Child huddles in the corner of the dark cell) Oh, my god.
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