Elias smiled. He’d always hated the theatrical cut anyway.
“You have to shoot the projectionist,” the outlaw said. “Through the screen. Back in your world. One bullet. Miss, and the disc scratches forever.” the gunslingers bd50
Elias raised the Colt. Through the fourth wall, he saw his own dark living room. A shadow sat in his chair—a hunched figure with film reels for eyes, turning a crank. Elias smiled