They go in around 2 am, when the lone security guard naps–just bend aside a sheet of plywood covering some broken glass and slip through. Showtime Cinema was a cavern even before it closed; now it’s a dark and dangerous playground.

It’s Jamon who finds the box of old film cans, and Lucia who wires a car battery to a projector in Theater B (Lucia can do this stuff). The movies are incomplete, so they end up pasting together silent fifteen-minute chunks, narrating them together, in a kind of secret Mystery Dada Theater: Professional Beach Blanket Little Lady, Part Deux.