Larry looks at him quizzically.
The East Highland line?
Suddenly, Larry begins to understand. Rannoch slowly pulls the hood down over his hairline and tightens it.
I had nothing to do with --
The big man grabs the back of Larry’s head and tries to shove the peat brick into his mouth. Larry fights back, but he’s overmatched. He flails, kicks and gouges, angering Rannoch, who shoves him back into the urinal. Larry’s panicked GRUNTS are drowned out by a rising crowd NOISE.
INT. THEATER - NIGHT
The stage is dark but the small crowd is stamping and shouting.
And Sydney is right up front, leading the chant.