Reeves and wife entered theater @ 1 pm; bought popcorn found 5 seats together at back (for them and their son). Light from phone in front of him was shining in his eyes, he asked man to turn it off and was told something like "F... off"
Cell phone light still bothered him; waited @ half-minute or longer (thinking the man would comply); again he said "you leave me no alternative other than to notify the manager." Mr. O replied "I don't give the F what you do". Sat beck down, but phone light still there and he gets up to leave. Wife said "why don't we just move?' Told her just wait a minute, he arose to go talk to manager.
After talked to manager, came back and sat down again. Took popcorn from wife and sat down, and as walking down aisle Mr. O stared at him. As he went past he told him "I see you are not on yout phone, sorry I notified theater management" As he sat down, Mr. O stood and turned abruptly toward them, caught Mr. R's eye as he was "coming over the seat at me across from where my wife was" saw a "snapshot" of something dark in his hand and saw a glow from a light and was hit in the face. Knocked his glasses crooked on his face. Was dazed, disoriented, trying to get his thought processes back in order. Heard "his" voice talking to his wife (Mr. O), then heard a lot of sentences directed at Mr. R with F word. Tried to stand up -- popcorn in left hand, leaned forward to stand but realized that would put him closer to Mr O; leaned back in seat as far as he could, realized Mrs. O was trying to hold husband back. Had a wall behind him, wanted to get him away from wife, so leaned as far to left as he could with right leg toward wife to keep Mr O away. Was focused in Mr. O. "you lose your focus, you lose your life" Mr. O continued speaking very loud with his wife trying to hold onto him, Mr R realized he was trapped.
Realized he was in a life or death struggle; not just a loudmouth but a definite threat. Because of the position he was in he reached for his pistol. Man was "suddenly right in front of me, looking down at me, yelling, reaching for me." Felt man was getting ready to punch him and that is when the pistol came out' "I shot him." At that point it was his life or mine, I felt he was going to hurt me.
[forgive typos, please. Having a bad vision day]