JIM:

What! I'll wring your damned neck.

He searches the door and Wizard but can find neither.

JIM:

Where the hell did he go?

BRUCE:

I don't know, but we've got to get out
of here. The gas is heavy, maybe if we
climb up the walls far enough it won't
be able to reach us.

They start climbing the walls.

CUT TO:

INTERIOR.........PIT WALL........NIGHT

The trio has climbed far up the face of the rock
wall trying to escape the gas.

JIM:
(panting)

What the hell kind of a nightmare is
this? We must've climbed a thousand feet
and I still don't see nuthing up there.

A few pieces of loose gravel come cascading past
them and then it starts to rain.

JIM:

Are you kidding me?

They clutch the wall together and hang on, exhausted.

BRUCE:

We've got to go on. We can't stay here.

JIM:

But the rain'll make the rocks slippery;
if we fall from up here...

BRUCE:

If we stay here we'll freeze to death!
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