The Escape Page #5

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[ MID-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS ]

[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]

...STATE POLICE REPOR THE FUGITIVE IS STILL AT BAY.

AND NOW THE WEATHER.

GOOD NEWS, EVERYONE.

THE STORM FRON THATS BEEN CAUSING MAYHEM

ALL OVER THE REGION

IS LETTING UP.

[ SIGHS ]

[ BIRDS CHIRPING ]

[ PENCIL SCRATCHES ]

[ BREATHES DEEPLY ]

MM.

OH, JA--

[ SIRENS WAILING ]

[ WAILING STOPS ]

[ POLICE RADIO CHATTER ]

[ DOOR CREAKS ]

GOOD MORNING, MISS.

THAT YOUR CAR OUT THERE?

I GOT LOST LAST NIGHT.

WERE LOOKING FOR A WANTED

MAN -- ESCAPEE FROM PRISON.

CAUCASIAN, LATE 20s, 6 FEET,

DARK BROWN HAIR --

YOU SEEN ANYBODY LIKE THAT?

NO.

YOU OKAY, MISS?

IM TIRED.

[ CHUCKLES ]

IS THAT YOUR JACKET, MISS?

[ PANTING ]

[ SIRENS WAILING ]

[ MACHINERY WHIRRING ]

HEY!

HEY, STOP!

[ PANTING ]

[ WAILING CONTINUES ]

F***!

[ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ]

[ WAILING CONTINUES ]

-OKAY. GO!

-GO!

YEAH, WERE IN PURSUI AT THE BRIDGE.

[ WATER RUMBLING ]

NOBODY FIRES UNLESS I SAY SO.

IM GONNA TALK TO HIM.

GIVE ME YOUR BULLHORN.

HOLY SH*T.

GET BACK, GOD DAMN IT!

PUT THOSE GUNS DOWN!

MOVE IT BACK.

CLAYTON, ITS SHERIFF LAWSON.

COME ON IN, SON.

THERES NOWHERE TO GO.

COME ON.

[ GUNS COCK ]

COME ON.

[ SIREN WAILS ]

...DOWN AT THE END OF THIS DIRT.

WE GOT TO DO A...

-SHERIFF LAWSON!

-BRING THE GIRL.

YES, SIR.

-[ GASPS ]

-EASY, EASY, EASY.

NOW, YOUNG LADY, I DONT KNOW

HOW WELL YOU KNOW THIS MAN,

BUT IM HOPING YOU CAN

PERSUADE HIM TO COME IN.

I DONT WANT ANY MORE KILLING.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

I JUST WANT TO TALK TO HIM.

JAKE!

JAKE!

SARAH.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

JAKE, PLEASE COME BACK.

I DONT WANT THEM TO HURT YOU!

[ HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING ]

"A FIREFLY DRIFTS CASUALLY

INTO THE WINDOW...

DESCENDS INTO YOUR CELL

LIKE A LOST DOT OF CONFETTI."

HICKMAN.

THAT YOU, CLAYTON --

A LOST DOT OF CONFETTI?

JAKE!

GET ON THE HORN. TELL THEM

TO GET RID OF THAT CHOPPER.

SIR, WE DONT HAVE

THE SAME FRE--

-GET ON IT, GOD DAMN IT, NOW!

-YES, SIR.

-HICKMAN, THIS IS...

-THATS DEEP STUFF!

SHOULD OUTLIVE YOU BY, OH,

AT LEAST A COUPLE OF HOURS.

JAKE, DONT LISTEN TO HIM!

JAKE, PLEASE COME BACK HERE!

COME ON, CLAYTON!

HICKMAN, MOVE THAT CHOPPER!

MY HANDS ARE TOO FILLED...

JAKE, I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!

...TO ALLOW ANYTHING ELSE.

I CANT, SARAH.

[ DISTORTED WHIRRING ]

[ GUN COCK ECHOES ]

NO!!

NO!

[ GUNSHOT ]

JAKE!

AAAAH!

GO.

JAKE.

-TAKE CARE NOW.

-HEY, BRO, IT WAS ALL RIGHT.

-STAY OUT OF TROUBLE.

-SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.

SARAH.

JAKE.

I AM THE FLOWER:

ALWAYS OUT OF SEASON...

SARAH.

...A TREE GRIMLY HOLDING

ON THE SUNS LAST LIGHT.

LONG PALE STAFF:

ENDING IN SMOKE AND VOICE.

SARAH.

UNINVENTED FLESH

AT THE EDGE OF YOUR DREAM.

BUT I AM HE:

WHO WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU,

IN ANY OF YOUR CLOUDS...

...PLUNGING UPWARD

ON HEAVENS WINGS...

...AGAINST THE LAW OF RAIN.

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