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1: Morgan, with trembling hands, fumbles into his pockets.
Rice (off-screen), words small and weak: shit… oh shit…

2: Morgan has a gun up and pointed at Armitage, looking mortified.
Morgan: Just… just back away slowly… hands on your head… fuck…

3: A close up of Armitage, clung to the twitching side of the detective. He is wiping fresh blood on his shirt, a face of pure bliss.
Armitage: It was… lllike a sudden hunger, I… it was like I was dying of thirst…

4: Morgan has taken aim.
Morgan: I don’t want to shoot you, please, just…
Armitage: And it’s… amazing, really… nnngg… like I can feel his p-pain, like a… wwwarm light, it’s… delicious…