Into the Storm Page #2

The wind and precipitation readings

in the trailing cell look better for a funnel.

Exactly what you said

about Morristown and Osgood.

This one's different. It's not following

the pattern. It's growing faster.

It's growing faster.

Every storm chaser

this side of Hawaii is going to Riverside.

Which, by the way,

is where I think we should go.

But you want us to go where? Silverton?

If you would like, consider this

an instinct thing instead of a data thing.

If you heard that,

then you also heard that Steve cut us off.

- And it's on my dime now.

- I heard that.

This is months on the road.

And guess what.

We got nothing you can't get on YouTube.

Worst season I've ever had.

You think this is instinct. I think it's data.

The fact is,

it's neither without a big fat dose of luck.

And there is nothing I can do about that.

Okay?

So back off of me.

I just want you and your data

to find me a goddamn tornado.

Then Silverton's our best chance.

What do you think?

She's the one with all the degrees.

My money's on her.

Silverton it is.

You better be right about this.

- It's your last chance.

- Wow.

REEVIS:

Yeah, okay. Hang on. Okay. It's okay.

All right. We recording?

- We're good?

- You ready?

- Hell, yeah, man!

REEVIS:
Yeah! Get fired up!

- I'm ready!

REEVIS:
You ready for this sh*t?

DONK:
Maybe we should get some girls

to watch this stunt, huh?

REEVIS:
That's what I'm talking about.

Get fired up! Let's go for real! It's go time!

- Let's go, let's go!

- Safety first.

Okay, just do a test run first, all right?

Move, jackass!

DONK:
Get out of the way. Here we go.

- Come on. Yeah. You got it, buddy.

REEVIS:
Come on, buddy!

MAN 1:
Come on, Donk! Let's go, boy!

He's gonna check the speed on this one.

MAN 2:

Yeah! Do it, bro!

- Let's go!

- Test drive!

Let's go for the test drive!

MAN 2:

There you go, Donkie!

Well, that looked pretty good to me.

What do you think?

Eh.

What? You wanna

nail some tail or what, dog?

- I'm always up for nailing tail!

REEVIS:
That's what I'm talking about.

Once this hits the Internet, you'll

be beating them off with a stick.

- Fours? Fives? All kinds?

- I'm talking fives, sixes.

Fives, for sure. Come on!

DONK:
Bam!

- Trust me, buddy!

Yeah! All right! Hang on.

- Richie! Record this, son.

REEVIS:
Are you drunk?

RICHIE:
Yeah.

REEVIS:
I'm just getting started.

RICHIE:
Hang on! Wait!

We're gonna light the pool on fire.

- Light that thing, Richie!

REEVIS:
Yeah! Light it up!

Light that puppy up.

- Whoa!

- Oh, my God!

The Flaming Pool of Death!

You ready to go?

Let's do this!

Action!

That's right! Come on, Donk!

You got this!

Oopsie daisy!

[ALL WHOOPING]

- That was awesome. Ha-ha-ha.

- Ha-ha-ha.

- Ha-ha-ha.

REEVIS:
That was awesome, Donk.

- A million hits, easy!

- Oh! A million?

- Maybe more!

- Hell, yeah, dude! We're gonna be famous!

[ALL LAUGHING]

WOMAN:
Sh*t, my pool!

- Dude, your mom. Your mom.

What the hell are you two idiots doing?

DONK:
I thought you were at work!

- That makes any difference?

REEVIS:

Look!

- That's the Titus! I've seen it on TV! Come on!

- Bye, Ma!

Let's take a tour of the ultimate

storm-chasing vehicle, the Titus.

She's equipped with 24 surveillance cameras

so we have eyes from every angle.

Bulletproof Lexan windows.

A gyroscopic stabilized camera.

A five-ton winch.

Four-millimeter solid steel armor.

Now, back here, we have

a mini weather center, complete with...

an anemometer, humidity sensor

and potentiometer.

But the thing that makes her really special

are these grappling claws.

Ah.

They can stabilize us in winds

up to 170 miles an hour.

We're not going anywhere

with those suckers dug in.

Clear!

This is the culmination of my life's work.

JACOB:

What about the turret, Pete?

Right. The turret is up here.

Which gives us a 360-degree view

of outside.

It's fitted with a digital cinema camera that

will, when we find one of these bad boys...

give us the shot of the century.

A sight nobody but God has witnessed:

the eye of the tornado.

That means "cut," Jacob. Cut it.

Let's get some B roll.

Get shots of the claws, the instruments

on the back, panel stuff.

- Just give me stuff I can use. Okay?

- Got it.

My storm's expanding.

That means it's going to be really big

by the time it gets here.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Hey.

HOW'S my bug?

Well, listen, um...

I know I was gonna try

and make it home this weekend...

but we got a real big storm coming,

and Mama's gotta work.

No. No. I'm gonna need you to tell Grandma

and Grandpa that we're-

I know.

I know, sweet girl. I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Gracie-

Grace-

Hey, hey.

Did you get all that?

TOM:
We can't postpone this, Gary.

There's not enough room inside for everyone.

- The weather's gonna be fine.

GARY:
It's your call.

DONNIE:
There's Dad taking sh*t

from Principal Walker.

GARY:

I Will do that.

DONNIE:

Did you get the last of the interviews?

I still got a few to do.

But what I did get was a nice shot

of Miss Bell's cleavage. Wanna see?

DONNIE:

Trey.

What? You don't get many teachers

with a rack like that.

Cut it out. We need to start editing

right after graduation.

Dad wants the clips online

by the end of next week.

What's the point of doing

a video time capsule?

Video won't even exist in 25 years.

What? Let's just get it finished. Okay?

Fine.

Did you see the weather report?

Supposed to be a big storm coming.

Maybe they'll cancel the whole-

Whoa. There's your girl.

If I don't get it by the end of the day,

you'll not get the internship.

It's as simple as that.

TREY:
Oh, dude. Now's your chance, man

Vulnerable girl.

Comforting guy. Right?

Just go talk to her and see if she's okay.

- We have work to do.

- Chickenshit. Come on.

I need to get the last of the interviews,

and Dad's, like, on my case about it.

Screw Dad.

Go do something for yourself for once.

Bro, I am literally begging you.

Just go talk to her.

All right?

All right.

Yeah?

- Stop.

TREY:
Heh.

Have fun.

[CHUCKLES]

He's really doing it.

I gotta film this train wreck.

TREY:

And he's pulling into the station.

Hey, Kaitlyn?

Hey.

It's Donnie.

Yeah. I know.

TREY:

Strike one.

Are you okay?

I saw you outside with Miss Blasky.

Right. Uh...

I had this application for an apprenticeship,

and it had to be submitted by the weekend.

And Miss Blasky checked it for me,

and it's just completely corrupted.

I don't know what happened to it.

It was?ne yesterday.

Yeah. Yeah, that's toast. What was it about?

The abandoned factory on Garner.

DONNIE:
Oh, the paper mill?

- Yeah.

DONNIE:

Yeah.

When they shut it down,

the state never paid for an official cleanup.

So there's all these chemicals

and hazardous materials sitting there...

contaminating the soil

and probably running off into the water.

- That's what the film's about.

TREY:
Pretend to be interested.

Anyway, the submission doesn't make

any sense at all without it.

- So I'm screwed.

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