Hard Rain Page #12

LOW ANGLE:

Of the ski-boat, racing toward camera. As it gets closer,

the camera BOOMS DOWN underwater to reveal...

THE STATUE:

The sword tip just below the surface. THE SKI-BOAT

There's a jarring metal on metal clank as the sword tip slams

into the propeller.

JIM AND TOM:

Are thrown forward.

JIM:

Slams head-first into the dash.

UNDERWATER:

The propeller has stopped.

TOM:

Looks back to see that...

THE OUTBOARD MOTOR

Has almost been ripped from its moorings.

TOM:

Okay, so maybe they are gonna catch

us now.

No answer from Jim. Tom looks down.

JIM:

Is laying on the deck, unconscious. Just then... BAM! BAM!

BAM!

HANK:

Has his rifle resting on his boat's windshield and is firing

off a clip on automatic as he, Wayne and the Sheriff close

in.

TOM:

Ducks down and tries to start the engine. No go. Again. It

catches on the third try. Tom guns it and the boat tears

off.

THE OUTBOARD ENGINE

Is wobbling, vibrating.

HANK:

Keeps up his stream of gunfire.

TOM:

Stays down, driving blind, as the bullets fly in, blowing

holes in the windshield. He looks at Jim, at the engine and

curses. He steers the boat toward...

THE CHURCH:

All lit-up, brilliant white in the darkness, a quarter-mile

away.

EXT. THE CHURCH

The water is now over the sandbag wall. The first several

feet of the church are flooded.

THE SKI-BOAT

Comes up fast. Tom grounds it on top of the sandbag wall.

Tom hesitates for a half second before grabbing Jim and

pushing him out of the boat and into the water.

JIM:

Hits the cold water and comes to, sputtering.

TOM:

Grabs guns and ammo and jumps out of the boat and into the

water. He lays a rifle on the top of the sandbag wall and

fires off a clip.

THE SHERIFF, HANK AND WAYNE

Jim's bullets plug into their boats. They circle back.

AT THE CHURCH:

Tom pushes Jim, still groggy, into the flooded church.

INT. CHURCH

Tom shuts the door. He piles the weapons on a shelf. He sees

Jim touch his head.

TOM:

That hurt?

JIM:

Yeah.

TOM:

Good.

EXT. MAIN STREET

Wayne and Hank are alongside the Sheriff, engines idling as

they look at the church.

SHERIFF:

(nods, to Hank)

Then go get some bottles.

Hank nods, guns his engine.

PHIL:

(to Hank)

Wait -- what about the dam?

SHERIFF:

It'll be fine.

PHIL:

You said if it goes it'll wipe out

the town.

SHERIFF:

F*** the town.

Hank nods in agreement and takes off.

INT. CHURCH

Jim and Tom are by one of the stained glass windows, looking

out through a pale-colored pane at the Sheriff and his men

across the street. They watch Hank race off.

JIM:

Does he have the girl?

TOM:

(shakes head)

She's in the small boat.

Tom touches the wound on his head.

TOM:

Jesus, I'm gonna get hepatitis.

JIM:

Hepatitis, hell. You probably already

got cholera.

Tom gives Jim a look then starts for the back of the church.

JIM:

What're you doing?

TOM:

There's a back room.

(touches wound)

Maybe they've got something I can

use on this.

JIM:

You been in here before?

TOM:

(bad memory)

Oh, yeah.

JIM:

What happened?

TOM:

I saw Jesus.

EXT. DAM

Water is starting to go over the top again. It pours down in

sheets over the face of the dam.

INT. CHURCH

Jim is by the window, looking out at the Sheriff and Wayne

across the street in the shadows. He turns as...

TOM:

Enters from the back. He's got a bottle of rubbing alcohol

and a towel. He splashes some of the alcohol on the towel,

then touches it to his wound. It hurts like a sonofabitch.

After a beat...

TOM:

So, has this all gone pretty much

how you thought it would?

Jim turns on Tom.

JIM:

Everything would have gone fine if

you'd've just walked away from the

truck.

TOM:

Oh, yeah? Well, everything would've

gone even better if you hadn't decided

to rob the damn truck in the first

place!

Jim looks away. After another silence...

TOM:

Did Charlie have cancer or something?

JIM:

You mean why was he doing this?

(thinks, shrugs)

No cancer.

(beat)

Didn't you ever think about taking

the money?

TOM:

No.

JIM:

Come now. A man who used to make his

living fencing hot jackhammers never

thought about what he'd do with three

million dollars?

TOM:

Sorry to disappoint you.

(beat)

What are you gonna do with it?

JIM:

As little as possible.

Silence for a few moments, then...

TOM:

Belize.

Jim looks at him.

TOM:

It's this small country in Central

America, on the Atlantic side.

JIM:

I know where Belize is. What about

it?

TOM:

They speak English and the dollar

goes a long way. Beautiful beaches;

friendly people. And they've got

liberal banking laws. Very liberal.

JIM:

No, you didn't think about taking

that money at all.

TOM:

(busted)

You can't ride in the truck and not

think about it.

JIM:

I'm sure. And I guess that's pretty

much how it started with Charlie.

Tom thinks, nods and presses the towel to his wound again.

EXT. MAIN STREET

Wayne is thinking about something. He makes a decision and

flicks on his engine.

SHERIFF:

What're you doing?

WAYNE:

We got too many bodies with bullets

in 'em.

(nods at Karen)

I'm gonna put her in her house, make

it look like she fell down the stairs

and drowned.

PHIL:

Don't you touch her!

WAYNE:

Saving her life... Hmm... You know,

that might have actually gotten you

laid.

SHERIFF:

Oh, for Christsakes, just dump her

here.

WAYNE:

We got a few minutes before Hank

gets back.

SHERIFF:

Just dump her here!

Wayne ignores the Sheriff and motors off.

SHERIFF:

Wayne! Goddamnit, we've gotta get

them outta there! Wayne!

But Wayne keeps going.

INT. CHURCH

Tom watches Wayne drive off with Karen.

TOM:

Sh*t. Where's he going?

Tom grabs a rifle, frustrated and angry.

EXT. MAIN STREET

Hank motors up to the Sheriff and Phil.

HANK:

Where's Wayne going?

SHERIFF:

On a date. You all set?

HANK:

Yeah, but --

SHERIFF:

Then let's go.

HANK:

Aren't we gonna wait for Wayne?

SHERIFF:

We can get started without him, the

dumb sh*t. He won't be long. Besides,

we got Phil. Phil's gonna earn his

money on this, aren't you Phil?

Phil looks scared shitless.

EXT. RESERVOIR DAM

Water continues to pour over the top. CLOSE ON CONCRETE

Chunks of cement are starting to wash away.

INT. CHURCH

Tom finishes reloading a gun.

JIM:

What -- you're gonna swim after her?

Tom doesn't answer. He moves toward the front door. Jim cuts

him off.

JIM:

You ain't gonna help her by getting

shot. He's gone and you don't know

where.

TOM:

The Sheriff knows. I think maybe

I'll go ask him.

JIM:

You'll be dead before you get over

the sandbags.

(beat)

Look, he'll be coming for us. You

can ask him then.

Jim sees something out the window.

TOM:

What if he doesn't come?

JIM:

I wouldn't worry about that.

Tom sees what Jim sees.

THEIR POV:

The Sheriff, Phil and Hank are heading toward the church,

flaming Molotov cocktails in their hands.

EXT. SIDE OF CHURCH

The Sheriff, Phil and Hank heave the flaming Molotov

cocktails.

THE ROOF:

The bottles hit, explode. Sheets of fire rain down the roof.

ONE BOTTLE:

Smashes through a window.

INT. CHURCH

Tom and Jim duck down as...

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