The Grey Page #4

BURKE:
We're gonna be out here

in the dark with those things.

DIAZ:
We have no idea

if we're going toward

the den or away from it, do we?

TALGET:
Why didn't we just

stay with the plane?

OTTWAY:
Come on. They

would have surrounded us.

DIAZ:
How the f*** do we know

they're not doing that right now?

F***ing genius.

OTTWAY:
We're still

better off in the trees.

DIAZ:
Yeah, we're better off.

Go tell that kid, you f***.

(WOLVES GROWLING)

Hey, what is that?

Run!

OTTWAY:
Go! Go!

Get into the trees!

Mother of Christ!

(MEN EXCLAIMING IN FEAR)

(WOLVES GROWLING)

DIAZ:
Go, go, go!

TALGET:
Jesus,

they're right on us!

Don't stop moving!

BURKE:
Wait, wait,

wait! Wait!

(ALL PANTING)

OTTWAY:
Don't look back!

Run! Run!

DIAZ:
They're flanking us!

Don't stop!

(MEN GRUNTING)

DIAZ:
You see them?

You see them?

BURKE:
They're all around us.

OTTWAY:
We need a fire to

keep them off us. Hurry!

(WOLVES HOWLING)

TALGET:
The wood's wet.

Whole thing's wet.

OTTWAY:
Hurry, hurry!

(WOLVES CONTINUE HOWLING)

DIAZ:
Get that

f***ing thing lit.

Come on! OTTWAY:
Come

on, baby, come on.

HENRICK:
Tell me that

thing's not broke.

OTTWAY:
Damn this thing.

TALGET:
Just

get it going, Ottway.

Light! Light!

HENRICK:
That's it,

that's it.

(COUGHING)

DIAZ:
It's going out.

TALGET:
F***!

(WOLVES GROWLING)

TALGET:
Jesus, come on!

OTTWAY:
Smother...

Don't smother it.

(WOLVES SNARLING)

(WOLVES HOWLING)

(WOLVES GROWLING)

(GROWLING LESSENS)

(MEN PANTING)

HENRICK:
It worked.

We should start

perimeter fires.

Let's see these bastards

before they come for us.

(WOLVES SNARLING)

(WOLF 1 WHIMPERING)

(SNARLING STOPS)

(WOLF 2 SNARLS)

(WOLF 1 WHIMPERS)

TALGET:
What the f***

was that?

The alpha. They went at him.

He put it down.

Whatever that challenge was,

the alpha put it down.

How are we gonna

deal with this?

We kill them,

one at a time.

Tip the numbers. That's

what they're doing to us.

What the hell are these for?

I'll explain.

Friction tape, electrical tape.

Talget, you had some, yeah?

It's in there somewhere.

Shotgun shell.

Spear tip.

The tip has to drive into the

primer to set off the shell.

Secure them with these sticks,

a little bit of tape, simple.

(BURKE COUGHING)

You jab with it when

the wolf gets close.

Hit them hard.

Let it get real close.

It'll work.

It's like a bang stick.

The round discharges,

you pull it loose,

you still got something

sharp to create distance.

Unless you wanna

fist fight them.

There you go.

One shot a piece, guys.

Make them count. Burke.

Blacken the tips

in the fire, guys.

It makes them harder, stronger.

Really, boys?

This is what it's

come down to, huh?

This MacGyver bullshit?

(BURKE COUGHING)

Okay.

Good.

I appreciate a good laugh

as much as the next guy.

(DISTANT RUSTLING)

These things,

they see well at night?

Jesus, can we talk about

something else, please?

Talget, you're carrying all that booze.

Let's break it out.

I recommend

rationing what we have.

I recommend you kissing my ass.

What are you,

the booze police now?

You f***ing guys with your rules

and your orders and bullshit.

Where are we?

Look around.

This is F***ed City,

population five and dwindling.

Two days, three maybe, if we

really pull our sh*t together.

And who's in charge of that right now?

This f***ing guy?

The Great White hunter?

(LAUGHS) And his jerry-rigged

f***ing wolf sticks?

Why are you constantly breaking balls

and bitching about everything?

'Cause I wanna live, motherf***er.

You understand that?

I don't want some timber wolf

shitting me out on this mountain.

You're scared.

What?

You don't need all that nonsense,

all that chest-puff bullshit.

What's wrong with being scared?

I'm not scared.

You're not?

No.

I'm terrified.

I can tell.

And not an ounce of

shame in saying it.

I'm scared shitless.

That's because you're a punk.

I don't walk through this

world with fear in my heart.

You picked that up in the pen?

Somebody scribble that

on the day room wall?

You better take it easy,

motherf***er.

Talking tough means jack

sh*t now You're not scared?

(SCOFFS) You're a fool.

Worse, you're a f***ing liar.

I should have checked your

chin at the f***ing plane.

Get up, come on,

get up, you big Irish f***.

You wanna knuckle up... Hey, Diaz,

put the f***ing knife away.

We don't have time for this.

Get the f*** off me!

BURKE:
Hey, Diaz, put the knife away.

Shut up!

Shut up, you chickenshits

make me sick.

(GROANS)

Son of a b*tch!

You got that kid

Flannery killed

and you're not

gonna get me killed.

Put your f***ing hands up Let

me show you how this is done.

Put your f***ing hands up.

F***! You motherf***er!

You cut this sh*t out.

Do you hear me?

(WOLF GROWLS)

(GROWLING)

(WHISPERS) Get up,

get up, get up.

(GROWLING)

(COUGHING)

What the f***?

What did it want?

You.

You.

Diaz, please don't do

that sh*t to me again.

All right?

No mas.

(EXHALES)

It was bullshit.

I'm sorry.

I'm so...

(WOLF SNARLS)

(SCREAMING)

Get it off! Get it off!

(SCREAMING)

(WOLF WHIMPERS)

(DIAZ PANTING)

(GROANS) F***!

Bite me, you f***!

Come here, you f***!

(GRUNTING)

F***!

F***!

Hey, Diaz, I think you got him.

Yeah!

(MEN LAUGHING)

You f***! F***!

I think I lost

a nail. (GROANS)

(GROANING)

Is that the big one?

That big f***er?

It's not the alpha.

It's an omega, an outcast.

They sent it in to test you, Diaz.

(CHUCKLES)

Did I pass, b*tch?

Did I f***ing pass?

You f***ing dog. (GROANS)

(WOLVES HOWLING)

Let's get a large branch,

sharpen the end of it,

shove it up this thing's ass.

We're gonna cook

this son of a b*tch.

And then we're gonna eat it.

(MEN LAUGHING)

DIAZ:
Hey, wolf,

not so tough now, huh, wolf?

You want it?

BURKE:
No.

Come on. I got it, I got it.

I don't...

Is this the white

meat or the dark meat?

Make it as black as possible.

Put it there.

Yeah? I know it tastes

like sh*t but, guys,

it might be the last meat

we'll get for awhile.

TALGET:
It's gristly, too.

It tastes like sh*t, I know, but

eat it, guys. TALGET: Yeah.

It tastes like dog sh*t.

And I'm much more of

a cat person, really.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

Burke?

BURKE:
Yeah?

You all right?

My head's a

little off. I'm...

OTTWAY:
Sit down, sit down.

...feeling a little dizzy.

That's it.

(WOLVES HOWLING)

You think they're watching us?

Yeah, they're watching us.

You f*** with us

and we'll f*** with you.

You hear that?

You're not the animals!

We're the animals!

Come here, you f***er.

Come here, you puppy.

Oh, yeah.

You're a twisted f***. You're

wrong for that That is wrong.

Nothing's f***ing... I'm not crazy.

I'm not f***ing crazy.

You f***.

That's f***ed up.

(DIAZ LAUGHING)

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