zevon's record is blasting from nauls' stereo. he skates from the big walk-in freezer and plunks down a large side of beef on the wood-cutting table to thaw. he skates from pot to pan keeping time with his sounds.
macready is fetching himself a beer. the sound of the far- off screeching. he freezes. a beat. he turns and sprints.
nauls, about to prepare dinner, scowls as he rummages through his many cabinets.
cramped. several of the men are preparing their food.
nauls does the dishes. his cassette plays in the b.g.
pitch black.
nauls pushes a stove, reinforcing a locked door. five yards away, sanchez maneuvers the refrigerator in front of another outlet.
nauls, in sudden realization, screams over the din and points back in the direction they came.