FLYNN: Alright everybody; stay sharp. He can’t hide forever. (into radio) Bolton, this is Flynn – come in.

BOLTON: Bolton here.

FLYNN: It’s a negative on a visual. We’ll keep you posted.

BOLTON: You get a visual, you take him down. By any means necessary.

(singing)

FLYNN: What was that?

GUARD: What? I don’t hear nothin’.

FLYNN: No. Shut up!

(SCARECROW is singing “Down to the River to Pray” as he moves along the hallway)

(SCARECROW laughs)

FLYNN: Oh, shit.

(Scythe is unsheathed)

FLYNN: I got a visual!

(gunfire; wild shots that miss the target)

GUARD: I can’t find him!

GUARD: He’s gone!

FLYNN: Where is he?

(SCARECROW dodges the bullets, laughing)

SCARECROW: What you runnin’ from?

(SCARECROW kills the guards, leaving one; SCARECROW laughs)

GUARD: Oh, shit. Oh… fuck. Fuck. (turns) AHH!

SCARECROW: Tell me – what are you afraid of?

(SCARECROW cuts the GUARD’s throat, who chokes and expires)

(SCARECROW laughs, then resumes singing, moving back down the hallway; laughs)