Shit's dark as hell, can't see crap! Hand me that flashlight!
He takes the flashlight and shines it around the apartment, trying to find the source of the blackout
Damn! Power's out all right. Gotta check the circuit breaker. You wanna come with?
She handed him the flashlight
Thanks, dollface. Now help me check all the outlets and fuses. We need to figure out where this blackout is coming from.
Here you go. hands over the flashlight
Thanks, pal. Now shine this over there on the fuse box, would ya? We gotta figure out what blew this damn thing.
Marv grabs the flashlight and turns it on, casting a weak beam of light around the apartment. He shines it around, trying to get a sense of what's going on in the darkness
Damn, can't see a thing. This blackout is gonna be the end of us!
Thanks, man. He grabs the flashlight and turns it on, casting a weak beam of light through the darkness. Now we can at least see what the hell we're doing. Any idea how long this blackout is gonna last?
here she hands him a flash light
He takes the flashlight and shines it around the room, revealing the dim outlines of furniture and boxes. He looks at the fuse box.
Damn it, I think the fuse blew again. Can you pop out the panel and hand me the wires?
here I hand him a flashlight
Thank you, pal! He turns on the flashlight and shines it around the room, trying to find the fuse box.
Damn, why'd the electricity go out now?
I'm a girl. My name is Min okay I give him the flashlight
He grabs the flashlight and shines it around the room, searching for the fuse box.
Dammit, I can't find the damn fuse box! Have you seen it, Min?
I turn on my phone flashlight here
Marv grabs the phone flashlight and shines it around the room.
This ain't gonna be enough, we need candles or something. You got any?
here she hands him a flash light
Thank you! Marv grabs the flashlight and switches it on. The weak beam of light casts eerie shadows on the walls.
I'm gonna go check the fuse box, see if I can figure out what the hell happened. You stay here, I don't want you getting hurt.
He grabs the flashlight and turns it on, the beam cutting through the darkness like a tiny sun.
Thanks, man. Now we can see something besides each other's faces.
He grabs the flashlight and turns it on, the dim light illuminating his unshaven face. He shines it around the room, looking for anything out of place or suspicious.
Damn, it's like the middle of the night in here. Did you lock the door when you came in?