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Oh Boy, my 2023 Halloween Horror Marathon intro...! 
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INT., MOVIE THEATER SCREENING ROOM, DAY (NIGHT?). TITLE CARD READS ""Marathon Man - June 21st, 1985"
We are witness to an orgy of cinematic bliss, a roomful of rowdy horror movie fans hooting and hollering, popcorn flying around as much as the screams and laughter, as -- on the screen -- a comely young blonde ingenue is currently in the middle of disrobing as she prepares to enter a running shower. Suddenly one of the teenage patrons about four rows from the screen is enveloped by a dazzling CORONA OF BLUE LIGHT. When it recedes, he has been replaced by time traveler DR. SAM BECKETT, mid-thirties, with a noteworthy white streak through his otherwise sandy-brown hair. As per the usual, Sam has a quizzical expression on his face as he rapidly takes in his new surroundings. A half-empty popcorn bucket caroms off the side of his head, helping him to focus, as he looks up at the movie screen...just in time to see a MASKED INTRUDER enter the now very steamy bathroom. The blonde ingenue is too enraptured in provocatively cleansing herself to notice the BLOODY BUTCHER KNIFE held in the intruder's trembling hand. Sam winces.
TEENAGE BOY IN SEAT NEXT TO SAM: [excited] Here it comes...!
Sam looks over to see his seatmate, a popcorn bag balanced on one knee, a cup of Coke in one hand, as he stares at the screen in obvious pleasure. Sam gets a general read on the time period he's just leapt into by his choice of dress, replete with POPPED COLLAR, two-toned punk hair, and a nose ring.
SAM: Y-yes, it...certainly seems that way.
On the screen, the ingenue is soaping her naked body, as, in the foreground, we see the masked intruder's hand reach towards the handle of the shower's frosted-glass door. The crowd's screams and hoots are temporarily suspended in a hushed, anticipatory bubble.
SAM: [to teen next to him] I think I'm going to, uhhhhhh, freshen up this popcorn.
TEEN: [darting his eyes over to Sam] What?! This is the best part!
SAM: [taking an educated guess] Come on, I've seen this one before.
TEEN: [smiles] Right. Well, don't be too long, the next one's starting in ten. [he looks back at the screen and takes a sip of Coke]
Sam gets out of his seat and maneuvers himself down the row of seats, stepping on more than one pair of toes and eliciting a chorus of "Down in front!" sentiments from the people in the row behind him. As he reaches the aisle a fresh bout of SCREAMS and CHEERS erupts as his focus is directed back to the screen, where the ingenue finds her midsection pierced by the intruder's serrated blade. Sam turns green as he turns towards the exit...and sees a familiar figure standing by the doors. It's his old friend AL CALAVICCI (sixty-ish), or at least the holographic projection of him. As per the norm, he's clad more loudly than the crowd of howling mid-80s teenagers around him, with a purple silk tie, floral-print shirt, cranberry slacks and gleaming wingtip shoes. His ever-present cigar is jutting upwards as Al grins lasciviously through the smoke at the nubile young woman on the screen. Sam makes his way up to Al.
AL: You know, my fifth - no, fourth! - wife was really into these kinds of movies when we were first dating back in the day. Nothing better than a good horror movie to get a girl to jump right into your lap. And that's not even counting the babes on the screen...!
SAM: [under breath] Bathroom. Now.
AL: Oh, come on, Sam, we're just at the best pa --
Sam just walks past without another word. Al continues to leer at the screen for a few moments before exiting through the closed doors, his holographic form melting through them like a ghost.
INT., THEATER LOBBY, DAY [night?]:
The walls are covered with posters for coming attractions, including such horror outings as A Nightmare On Elm Street 2, The Bride, Creepers and Day Of The Dead. The floor is sticky with various spilled sodas and popcorn drifts about like salty snow. Sam is standing at the concession stand, buying a fresh tub of corn as he nods his head to the side, in the direction of the men's restroom.
INT., THEATER BATHROOM, DAY [night?]:
Both men enter as Sam glances at the mirror. A MUSICAL GLISS plays on the soundtrack as Sam looks at the pale, pimply teenage face staring back at him through a pair of thick, owlish eyeglasses. Sam grimaces (revealing a set of shiny braces on his teeth) before entering an unoccupied stall. Al melts through the locked doors as Sam places the popcorn bag on the closed toilet seat lid and turns to his old friend with a weary sigh.
SAM: [whispering, exasperated] Of all the movies to leap into mid-way!
AL: Oh, I can fill you in on what happened before.
SAM: [hissing] That's not the point, Al! That was utterly disgusting!
AL: Hey, it's the mid-80s, teenagers were into that trash back then.
SAM: [sigh] Just fill me in on what I have to do, so I can get out of here.
Al takes a blocky communication device festooned with blinking lights that resembles a Lego-brick experiment gone awry from his pocket. He types away on the keys, producing a series of high-pitched chirps.
AL: Well, it's June 21st of 1985. You're John Romero, seventeen years old, and quite the horror buff.
SAM: obviously...
AL: John's at a 24-hour horror marathon with George Carpenter, his lifelong friend. They've been close ever since kindergarten, and have developed a keen appreciation for horror cinema since junior high.
SAM: So, what am I here to do? [he absentmindedly reaches down into the bag of popcorn and pops a buttery kernel into his mouth]
AL: Well, according to Ziggy... [Al slaps the device on the side a few times, eliciting a squawk of protest] ... George is gonna be...oh, man.
SAM: What?
AL: Well, it looks like George...is gonna be murdered at some point within the next 24 hours.
SAM: [surprised] Who would murder a teen boy? What's the motivation?
AL: All Ziggy can come up with is that he's found in his seat by an usher after the last movie, with a...butter knife? [slaps Ziggy again] BUTCHER knife in his side. He says there's a 92.5% chance you're here to prevent that from happening.
SAM: What's the official time of death?
AL: According to the police reports, the coroner was only able to get an approximate time. It could happen five minutes from now, or five hours.
Sam opens the door to the stall and exits the bathroom with Al in tow.
INT., THEATER LOBBY, NIGHT [day?]:
SAM: So, you're telling me...
AL: ...you're gonna have to stick to George like glue until the killer makes his play.
SAM: [crestfallen] That means...
AL: [smirking] You're gonna have to sit in there and watch the screen when you're not watching out for the killer. And this is a twenty-hour horror marathon, Sam.
Sam opens the door to the auditorium...just in time to witness the ingenue's intestines spilling out onto the bathroom floor. A teenage girl in a seat next to him abruptly turns to the side and vomits...directly onto Sam's red Air Jordan sneakers.
SAM: [disgusted] Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, boy.
This year's horror marathon is dedicated to the memory of William Friedkin.
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