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    JENNY
    Shut it, Pete. Can’t you tell he’s a cop?

    PETE
    He doesn’t look like no cop.
    (to Castle)
    Are you a cop?

    CASTLE
    I’m a lunatic with a gun. Good enough?

    PETE
    It was a man, short, bad teeth, weird eyes. Had a girl with him, cute young thing.

    JENNY
    How do you know? You didn’t look above her tits.
    (to Castle)
    You know the way out of here?

    CASTLE
    They headed downriver?

    PETE
    We had a $500 deposit on the canoe.

    JENNY
    (to Castle)
    Atlantic City, I told him. But, no, he had to go to hillbilly hell.

    CASTLE
    Seen any...unusual wildlife?

    JENNY
    Besides talking monkeys with guns?

    Castle starts walking along the riverbank, headed downstream.

    JENNY (CONT’D)
    You just going to leave us out here? Some public servant.

    Castle rummages in his backpack, gives Pete a trail map.

    CASTLE
    Stay north and you’ll hit the main trail. Keep walking and you should hit a highway by morning.

    Pete squints at the sky.

    PETE
    Which way’s north?

    CASTLE
    (points)
    Just go that way. And don’t stop, come hell or high water.

    CUT TO:

    EXT. RIVERBANK. DAY.
    Lane sits in sand, recovering, Dove and Raintree attending to him. Travis is woozy but otherwise okay. Bowie and C.A. wade toward shore.

    FARRENGALLI
    Maytagged their asses. Put ‘em through the spin cycle.

    DOVE
    Pulse is normal, no sign of shock.

    RAINTREE
    He passed out from fright.

    FARRENGALLI
    Wet his pants, huh?

    DOVE
    (to Farrengalli)
    Why don’t you make yourself useful and go catch the other Muskrat?

    Bowie and C.A. reach shore, passing Farrengalli on the way.

    FARRENGALLI
    Maytagged your asses.

    Farrengalli swims downstream after the abandoned Muskrat. Bowie hurries to Travis.

    BOWIE
    How is he?

    TRAVIS
    I’m fine. Told you the Muskrat would hold up to anything.

    BOWIE
    It didn’t bust, but it took on water.

    Travis waves an unsteady hand.

    TRAVIS
    The boys in the lab will fix that.

    BOWIE
    They can’t fix a dead man.

    C.A.
    Save the melodrama, Bowie. This is a test run.

    BOWIE
    Your job is to look good, but mine is to get us all out of here in one piece.

    DOVE
    Let’s take a break. We’ll still make BabelTower before dark.

    Bowie flashes rebellion, then relaxes.

    BOWIE
    Fine.

    CUT TO:

    EXT.FOREST. DAY.
    Raintree is alone in the trees, the river rushing in the background. He squints against the tall cliffs, where a lone creature soars in slow circles. It’s too far away to identify.

    RAINTREE
    Figures that my spirit guide would be a vulture.

    Farrengalli crashes through the brush.

    FARRENGALLI
    What you say, Keemosabee?

    RAINTREE
    I was communing with nature. In silence.

    FARRENGALLI
    It’s only fuckin’ natural, right?

    Farrengalli pulls out a silver flask, takes a gulp, holds it to Raintree.

    RAINTREE
    I’m on a vision quest. I have to keep my head clear.

    FARRENGALLI
    Oh, like where you push yourself to the limit until you go batty?

    RAINTREE
    A little more spiritual than that.

    FARRENGALLI
    (drinks)
    Whatever. This Bowie guy—is he for real?

    RAINTREE
    He lost his wife in a skiing accident. Avalanche took her. He’s been making suicide runs like this ever since.

    FARRENGALLI
    Women, man. They fuck with your head one way or another.

    RAINTREE
    I have to keep my head clear.

    Raintree heads through the woods. Farrengalli takes one more serious gulp and wipes his lips. He chases after Raintree.

    FARRENGALLI
    Yo, Raintree? How do you get an agent?

    CUT TO:

    EXT.FOREST. DAY.
    Castle jogs through the woods, carrying his Glock, sweating, moving parallel to the river. He panics, drops to his knees, waves the gun at the treetops.
    Wind pushes the leaves. He spins with the gun aimed, then relaxes. He tries the two-way radio, shakes it. Dead.

    CASTLE
    (into radio)
    Base, this is Castle. Bama Bomber is confirmed. My partner got plucked off the ground by a flying nightmare and I think I’m going batshit crazy. Got it?
    (pauses, smiles)
    Good. Over and out.

    He flings the radio into the