Screaming because the noise of the fire is unbelievable. The starving alligator in a feeding frenzy, crunching on the old house.
Billy shakes his head. "I CAN'T FACE IT, JACK!"
Tiny balls of flame dance in the air.
The fairies flying.
To hell with arguing, Jack thinks. I'll knock the stubborn old fucker out if I have to.
He starts toward Billy.
Billy shakes his head and pulls his old. 44 from out of his jacket.
Points it at Jack.
Then says, " Goddamn it."
Puts the barrel to his head and pulls the trigger.
As the fairies fly.
Flashover.