| [Opens showing the crowded outside front of the Paradise. Cuts to the Phantom just waking up slowly at his keyboard. Then to two thugs arm wrestling outside of the Phantom's room. Cuts to Beef in his dressing room putting on make-up and Philbin in the next room, talking to a woman.] | |
| Philbin : | This creep gets no comps. |
| [Cuts back to the Phantom who realizes his music has been taken while he slept.] | |
| Phantom : | My music! Swan!!!! |
| [The Phantom gets up and runs to the door only to find it has been bricked up from the outside and lets loose a bloodcurdling shriek of rage. Cuts to thugs looking nervously at the outside of the bricked doorway, then to Beef who jumps up frightened at the sound and going to the next room.] | |
| Beef : | What was that?! |
| Philbin : | What was what? |
| Beef : | Oh, I knew I
shouldn't be screwing around with a dead man's music. This place is.... possessed. |
| Philbin : | What are you talkin' about? |
| Beef : | You tryin' to
tell me you didn't hear that shriek? That was something trying to get out of its premature grave, and I don't want to be here when it does. |
| Philbin : | [Looks
back at the woman.] Opening night prima donnas.. Look, iron man, if you're so uptight, take a shower and cool off. |
| Beef : | My pleasure... bones.... |
| [Scene cuts to the two thugs, either unconscious or dead under a pile of brick rubble, with a huge hole in the once bricked-up doorway. Scene then cuts back to Beef's dressing room, with Beef trying a cigarette and drugs to calm himself down.] | |
| Chapter 17 |