The wind carried over into the movie-theatre, blowing her refreshments out of her hands.She attempted to hold on to the edge of the balcony, but the hurricane-force winds blew her across the auditorium into the screen - and into the film itself, depositing her in front of the diner.In a mesmerizing scene, he threads and synchronizes three tape recorders with the tapes from the three locales (Unit A: shopping bag, Unit B: parabolic, Unit C: City of Paris).He began to take a series of photographs, and chased pigeons flocking on the lawn, as the view focused on a row of white attached homes on an adjoining hillside.Vargas smiles and promises: "Captain, you won""t have any trouble with me." An immense close-up of Quinlan""s grotesque face with a pulpy nose responds menacingly: "You bet your sweet life, I won""t.