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hollers over the swelling splash of the river.

    ACE (CONT’D)
    You might want to watch out for them angels, though.

    Pete and Jenny hug each other, looking small and isolated in the vista of the peaceful gorge.

    CUT TO:

    INT.CAVE. DAY.
    A little light leaks into the rocky crevice. Samford’s flashlight bulb has grown dim. Samford lays on the flat rock, his skin ravaged, cloths shredded, blood soaking the stone, his face shriveled. His eyes open—
    They glow red. His mouth opens—he has mutated, his teeth are sharp. From the blackness of his throat— SKEEK .

    CUT TO:

    EXT.RIVER. DAY.
    SLOOSH—explosion of river spray as a kayak splashes between two boulders and shoots down a roostertail of current. Farrengalli, Dove, and Raintree are in the lead Muskrat. They wear helmets, lifejackets, and snug drysuits, working the paddles. They are in control, moving with teamwork, faces set in a mix of joy and concentration.
    Upriver trails the second Muskrat—Bowie in the rear, Travis, C.A. in front. Their Muskrat is headed for a sheer boulder, spinning sideways.

    BOWIE
    (shouts over current)
    Curler off port!

    Bowie dips his paddle, using it as a rudder, as C.A. tries to pole the Muskrat away from the rocks. Travis is indecisive, his paddle poised over the rapids.

    BOWIE (CONT’D)
    Left, left, left.

    Travis finally joins in, the kayak spins until it is pointed downriver. It smacks into the boulder and Bowie shoves against the rock with his oar, pushing them free. The kayak bounces over a swell and splashes water in their faces.

    C.A.
    Whoo! Only fuckin’ natural.

    TRAVIS
    Told you it was tough.

    BOWIE
    Keep your panties dry. We’re not through yet.

    As they struggle to regain control, the other Muskrat has reached calmer water on the far side and below them. Raintree raises up and points, cups his mouth and yells.

    C.A.
    Raintree’s pointing.

    BOWIE
    Shit. The river’s changed. Floods from the hurricanes.

    TRAVIS
    You don’t remember this?

    The current suddenly accelerates. They are being drawn to a straight drop of fifteen feet, the water swirling in a suction.

    BOWIE
    (calm)
    Hang onto your asses, gentlemen.

    In slow motion, the Muskrat is sucked down the falls. Water drops hang like jewels in the sun. The river is hushed and sibilant as the Muskrat goes airborne. Travis flails, his paddle smacking Bowie’s helmet, C.A. opens his mouth to yell, the kayak is almost like a live animal is it arcs toward the churning foam.
    KA-SWOOSH. The Muskrat smacks, dips into the water briefly, throwing its passengers. A paddle bobs up, then Travis’s head. He spits water and hacks as he drifts downstream.
    BLOOP. Underwater, Bowie kicks against the current, which is spinning him and tugging him down. Above, light strikes the surface of the river, taunting him. He finally swims free and struggles toward calm water.
    Raintree and Dove are knee-deep, helping Travis. Farrengalli sits in the other Muskrat, watching.

    RAINTREE
    C.A. He didn’t come up.

    BOWIE
    Shit.

    Bowie peels off his lifejacket and dives back into the chaos he just escaped from. Underwater, he squirms upstream, fighting the current, beneath the pounding falls, face contorted. Then he’s under the falls and emerges. There’s an open space between the wall of water and the rocks. C.A. is resting, safe, half out of the water.

    C.A.
    Thought I’d take a break.

    BOWIE
    You asshole. This isn’t a game.

    C.A.
    Sure it is. Say, what do you think of Dove? Pretty hot, huh?

    Bowie edges along the rocks toward the side of the waterfall where the water is calmer.

    BOWIE
    You want to play kissy-face with death, do it on your own time.

    C.A. gives a mock salute.

    C.A.
    Aye-aye, Captain.

    CUT TO:

    EXT. RIVERBANK. DAY.
    Castle emerges from the woods to find Pete and Jenny sitting on a fallen log. Castle doesn’t realize he’s carrying the Glock. Pete stands up.

    PETE
    If you’re going to rob us, you’re too late. We’re still open to rape,