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He wrestles Jake up to a sitting position. He grabs a can of

beer from a warm six-pack in the trunk and shoves it into a

pocket of Jake's coat.

BOBBY:

Poor old Jake, a few drinks, a fight with

the sheriff over his wife. And both of 'em

ended up dead.

Grace takes his boots.

BOBBY:

Time to go for a walk, Jake.

GRACE:

My mother died in this canyon.

BOBBY:

Save the Mom routine, will ya Grace. It

doesn't work with me. One, two, three...

They lift the corpse, and with great effort, haul it towards the

edge of the drop. As they pause on the way, Bobby, wary of

Grace's strange coldness, tries to soften the blow of

separation.

BOBBY:

Look, it's not so bad we split up. It might

be months before they find these guys. If

at all. I mean with the mountain lions

around here. Remember, if they can't find

no bodies, there's no crime... (She doesn't

respond.) We'll be in Phoenix by noon. Lose

this car, get another one. Texas, Mexico

are big countries, all that money Grace,

you'll meet someone else, you know, there's

a lot of hope with a $100,000...

They lift Jake again, and move to the edge.

GRACE:

Hope is a four-letter word.

BOBBY:

But we all need that too. Hold him.

He props Jake at the edge, standing, and transfers the weight

onto Grace. Jake's head is on her shoulder.

BOBBY:

You make a pretty couple.

It seems he might push them both over but instead takes the gun,

wipes it of his prints, and slips it through Jake's belt.

BOBBY:

Won this in a poker game in Reno. God knows

who it's registered to. You shoulda been

more careful, Jake. See you later.

As he takes Jake's weight off Grace and pushes it over the drop.

Grace watches him go, her eyes shifting to Bobby, his back

momentarily to her, also watching. She moves towards him.

Bobby turns, slips on the edge.

BOBBY:

Now all we got to do is try and--

He feels a blur of motion, almost like a bird, and he is

falling...falling, his life coming to an end.

Grace is standing somewhere up above, briefly seen. Did she push

him? He doesn't know.

He's stunned as he falls on the rocks next to the bodies of Jake

and Virgil. He screams out in sharp pain. His leg feels broken.

But he is alive.

Grace walks away, cutting it all off, deeply shaken. She must

get away from the past and all these hollow men. She closes the

trunk of the Mustang, gets in the driver's seat, reaches for the

ignition key. Her hand fumbles for it a moment. It isn't there.

GRACE:

Sh*t!

She sits there. Bobby is calling from below.

BOBBY:

Grace! Help me, Grace...! We been through

too much together. We've only had one day,

but you and me have been through more than

most people ever will. I know you were

angry at me, and, you know, you were right!

I'm sorry I hit you. I was wrong about

leaving you. You don't belong in Mexico.

She finally gets out and walks back to the edge of the cliff,

looks down.

BOBBY:

Thank you. Thank you. I...I knew you

wouldn't leave me, Grace.

GRACE:

Bobby? Are you all right?

BOBBY:

I busted my leg!

GRACE:

Can you make it back up?

BOBBY:

Grace -- in the trunk of my car is a tow

rope. It should reach down here. Go get it,

throw it down.

She looks. Of course the trunk is closed. She closed it.

GRACE:

Bobby, the trunk...it's locked. Throw the

keys up to me. I'll get the rope.

Bobby's eyes pass over Jake a few feet away, his eyes staring

upwards in death. They take in the gun still attached to his

waist. He knows the trunk wasn't locked when they took Jake out.

BOBBY:

I can't throw that far. You got to climb

down here and get the keys. You can make

it. It's the only way Grace.

Grace looks down at the drop. It's a tough descent but she

knows she could make it and get back up as well.

BOBBY:

Grace!...Please, Grace! You have to help

me.

Grace takes a look around.

GRACE:

Okay. I'm coming. Calm down!

She starts down the cliff face. As she descends, he talks

deliriously.

BOBBY (off)

I knew you'd help me. I knew you wouldn't

leave me baby, cause we're tied together

too close. We belong together always.

Grace makes it to the bottom of the drop, and walks cautiously

towards Bobby.

GRACE (yelling back, echoing)

Bobby! Don't flip out on me. I can't do

this alone. I know you don't trust me, but

you gotta pull yourself together, I'm not

gonna leave you...I never wanted it to go

down like this. It was different with you

Bobby. You had dreams like me. You

listened... I would've gone anywhere with

you, Bobby. We can make this work. I'm

sorry...I really am. I didn't wanna hurt

you.

Can he believe her? She sounds so sincere this time.

She's heading for the body of Jake. And the gun. Bobby knows

that and is already crawling there.

BOBBY (as he crawls)

They're right here, Grace. The keys. Come

get me out of here... Know why else I could

never leave you?

GRACE:

Why's that?

BOBBY:

'Cause I love you.

Inching closer.

Closer. They meet at the apex of Jake's corpse.

GRACE:

And I love you too.

BOBBY:

And love's a funny thing. Sometimes I

don't know if I want to love you...

Grace leans close to Bobby. He dangles the keys out in front of

her, but she doesn't reach for them. Her eyes go to Bobby. She

reaches for him. At that instant Bobby's hands shoot out and

clamp hard around her. A sharp gurgle is all that escapes Grace

as Bobby twists the life from her, as Jake leers up at them.

BOBBY:

...or kill you.

Grace twists and flails in Bobby's hands, but in spite of his

bleeding stump, he holds her like a bear trap holds a grizzly.

BOBBY:

I love you Grace, but I just can't trust

you!

She looks at him, trying to protest, shaking her head. Grace's

flailing goes into overdrive. Somewhere in his semi-delirious

state, Bobby's eyes might notice the gun at Jake's waist is no

longer there.

Grace manages one word:

GRACE:

Jake...

BOBBY:

He can't help you now, honey!

Bobby is in agony as he kills her, part beast, part lover, he

kills that which he loves.

Suddenly, a SHOT is heard. Bobby buckles with the blast, hit in

the side. He kills her with one last wrenching thrust of his

hands, breaking her neck.

Bobby looks down at Jake's gun, which she clutches in her hand,

and sees the hole in his side and the river of blood that flows

from it. He manages to stand, looks at Jake; their bodies lying

side by side.

Bobby, with great difficulty, claws his way back up the rocks to

the car, his fast-flowing wound staining the white rocks with

blood.

He makes it to the top and, losing more blood, climbs into the

driver's seat. He checks the money in the bag. All there. All

his.

As he pulls a huge clot of blood from his side, the vultures

circle. Perhaps one, smarter than the others, lands close by. It

spooks Bobby but he's okay. He looks in the mirror.

BOBBY:

You're still lucky.

He puts the key in the ignition, the engine comes to life.

BOBBY (waves back)

Adios --

Suddenly, the RADIATOR HOSE Darrell installed blows apart

loudly. Bobby knows exactly and immediately what it is as a

cloud of steam now rolls from under his hood. He shakes his

head, frustrated.

BOBBY (sighs)

Oh sh*t!...(then) Arizona.

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