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may seem cruel,

in the end, it is for the best.

Each day in the hunt brings

the eagle closer to maturity.

(CHARLES WHISTLING)

And chicks of his own.

The most patient

of predators,

the black eagle can circle

for hours,

waiting for the perfect moment

to strike.

(WATER RUNNING)

The fish will provide

much needed nourishment

for her growing chicks.

(GWENDOLYN GAGGING)

()

(LINE RINGING)

I was wondering if anyone

had turned in a cell phone.

I think I may have dropped it

when I was checking in.

Are you absolutely certain?

All right.

Oh, wait, wait.

Um, what number do I have

to press to dial out?

Nine. Yes, I thought so.

(PHONE DIALING)

(TAPS CRADLE)

(DIAL TONE DRONING)

(STATIC BUZZING)

()

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

(LIGHTS BUZZING)

GWENDOLYN:

Come on.

MAN (ON TV):
The mountains are

no place for the faint of heart.

The steep terrain

and harsh climate

make a challenging climate

for even the strongest

of species.

Wings are freedom.

While the eagle prefers

to find its own meals,

there is nothing wrong

in having a little help.

(PHONE DIALING)

Any advantage in nature is

to be appreciated,

and what the left...

(LINE RINGING)

A hearty meal for the hungry

bird who lived

to hunt another day.

(PHONE RINGING)

(LINE RINGING)

()

Thirteen pounds and a wingspan

of nearly 7 feet.

You said you were staying

at the Biltmore Hotel.

And yet, here you are.

I even had to call

the cab company.

()

MAN (ON TV):
Prey does not suspect

the hunter is circling high above

and is taken completely

by surprise.

()

(GWENDOLYN GASPING)

(GASPS)

(DIAL TONE BEEPING)

(GWENDOLYN SCREAMS)

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

(BOYS CHATTERING)

BOY 1:
Hey, yo, yo. Look who's here.

BOY 2:

No kidding?

BOY 1:
Is it...? Is it true?

BOY 2:
Is it?

BOY 3:

Yo, check this out.

BOY 4:
I'm telling

you, she can talk, bro.

PITTS:

Well, let's find out.

Oh, creepy, man.

All right.

PITTS:

Hey, Stoker.

(BOYS LAUGHING)

Mm-mm.

PITTS:
Hey, Stoker.

BOY 1:
Where you going?

I'm talking to you.

Or do you go by

Stroker now?

Because I hear that's

what your mom's been doing

to your uncle.

(BOYS LAUGH)

You been getting

in on that?

What did you say?

BOY 1:
She speaks.

"What did you say?"

I think you heard me, Stroker.

Say that again?

(BOYS LAUGH)

All right. I think you'd better

watch your step, Stroker.

You know what happens to

little girls who mess with me?

BOY 1:

Watch this.

What's up, b*tch?

What's up?

()

(GROANS)

Hey, come here, you all right?

Oh, my God.

You okay?

All right, Pitts.

That's enough.

Get out of here, Whip.

Follow the bouncing ball,

jackass.

She's not interested.

BOY 1:

Dude, let's just go.

Yeah, like I enjoy wasting

my time on this b*tch, anyways.

Let's go.

BOY 2:
Freak.

Sorry about that.

He's an A-hole, okay?

Just ignore him.

Hey.

Where you going?

CHARLES:

Too cold down there?

India, would you take these

down to the freezer, please?

(PLAYING DISSONANT NOTES)

(PLAYING SOFT MUSIC)

(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(NANCY SINATRA & LEE HAZLEWOOD'S

"SUMMER WINE" PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

I had only sang

To just a few

She saw my silver spurs

And said let's pass some time

And I will give to you

Summer wine

Oh, oh

Summer wine

Strawberries, cherries

And an angel's kiss in spring

My summer wine is really

Made from all these things

EVELYN:
You stayed longer

than I thought you would.

You probably need to move on.

And I will give to you

Summer wine

Oh, oh

Summer wine

CHARLES:

You want me to leave?

Come on.

You could return

to Madame Jacquin.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

She reassured me

With an unfamiliar line

Dance with me.

I always end up leading.

Well then, lead me, Evie.

(LAUGHS)

Strawberries, cherries

And an angel's kiss in spring

My summer wine is really

Made from all these things

You know, for me,

it doesn't matter

who you are.

I feel the same.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

It doesn't matter

who I am for me, either.

When I woke up the sun

Was shinin' in my eyes

My silver spurs were gone

My head felt twice its size

She took my silver spurs

A dollar and a dime

And left me cravin' for

More summer wine

Oh, summer wine

Oh, summer wine

INDIA:

Whip.

Hey.

I just thought I...

I've never been here before.

Yeah, no kidding.

I'll, uh,

see you guys tomorrow.

BOY:

Have fun, bro.

(MOTORCYCLES REVVING)

(BOY WOLF WHISTLES)

So...

You wanna go inside?

Then where would you

like to go?

India Stoker,

Middlebend straight-A student,

hanging out in the parking lot

at Rockets?

Doesn't really seem like you.

Not that you would know.

Well, I...

I guess you're right.

I wouldn't.

It's just that, um...

Yes.

I know what you mean.

Oh, yeah?

How's that?

Have you ever seen

a photograph of yourself

taken when you didn't know

you're being photographed?

From an angle you don't

get to see

when you look

in the mirror.

And you think, "That's me.

That's also me."

Do you...?

Do you know

what I'm talking about?

Yeah. I think I do.

Well,

that's how I feel tonight.

So you're surprised

at yourself?

You're not afraid of being

touched anymore?

Please don't spoil it.

()

(CAT SCREECHING)

(WHIP LAUGHING)

()

(TRAIN HONKS IN DISTANCE)

Aah!

Holy sh*t.

Everyone said you were crazy.

But they have no idea,

do they?

I wanna go home now.

Let me go.

No, you don't.

You opened this door,

and now you're gonna walk

through it.

(GRUNTING)

(YELLS)

Shh. Quiet.

Hold still.

This is not gonna hurt.

Sh*t, what...?

(WHIP GROANING)

Stop, stop, stop.

I broke my...

Glad I borrowed

your dad's belt.

Mine would've

been way too short.

WHIP:
Sh*t...

All yours.

WHIP:
I'm seriously hurt. Sh*t.

CHARLES:
Shut up.

(GRUNTING)

()

(WHIP GRUNTING)

WHIP:

India, stop.

India.

Stop. Stop.

()

()

(FAUCETS SQUEAK)

(SOBBING)

I'll kill you. Unh!

(SOBBING)

I don't give a f***...

(GASPING)

(SNAP)

(SIGHS)

()

(PHONE DIALING)

(LINE RINGING)

(SHOVEL DIGGING)

(SOBBING)

()

(SOBBING)

()

(SOBBING)

(CHARLES GRUNTING)

(SOBBING)

(MOANING)

()

(MOANS)

(NANCY SINATRA & LEE HAZLEWOOD'S

"SUMMER WINE" PLAYING ON RADIO)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Yes?

(DOOR OPENS)

INDIA:

Can I come in?

Well, what time is it?

Would you brush

my hair?

I was just going to bed.

Then I'll brush yours.

You're wearing the nightgown

I bought you.

Tonight I felt like wearing

something silk.

Now that I think about it,

I never brushed your hair,

did I?

You were busy.

With what?

I don't know.

You and your father

were always

on your hunting trips.

How could I compete

with all of those dead birds

you constantly brought home?

(NANCY SINATRA & LEE HAZLEWOOD'S

"SUMMER WINE" PLAYS ON RADIO)

(PIANO PLAYING SOFT MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I saw you in

the dining room today.

I don't know

what you think you saw...

but nothing happened.

You were so still,

I never even heard you there.

Dad taught me that.

Hunting.

To wait.

In silence.

We wouldn't need food or drink.

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