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The sound mixes with a weird mewing sound.

INT. MARSH’S KITCHEN -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Marsh’s cat, whining, paws at the ajar basement door.

Finally, it gets the door open wider and slinks through.

INT. MARSH’S BASEMENT -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

The Viewer counter spins past 1,000,000. Owen makes another

small turn in the crank, lowering Marsh a quarter inch.

Struggling, spinning on her chains, Marsh is trying to do

something, but we’re not sure what.

Then we see:
she is wrestling her Treo out of her back

pocket. Once she has it, she blindly hits keys, trying to be

precise.

INT. OWEN’S VW BUS -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

In the pouring rain, Box, weapon aimed, wrenches open the

side door of the bus. Blackness. He shines a flashlight in.

Empty but for old computers parts, the remains of various

contraptions, and the odd pool or splatter of blood.

His cell phone rings. He looks. A text message from Marsh

that reads, simply: 911...HOME....

INT. MARSH’S BASEMENT -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

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Owen, seeing what Marsh has done, pulls the trigger on the

Taser, which is still connected to her chest. She screams,

flopping. The Treo falls from her hands, hits the blades of

the mower, and shatters into the wall.

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INT. TASK FORCE COMMAND CENTER -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Members of the Task Force stare, horror-stricken at the

screens. The Viewer counter shoots above 2,000,000. ETOD:

18 hours, 50 minutes. A phone rings.

PETERSON:

Task Force.

BOX (O.S.)

He’s in her house!

INT. BOX’S CAR -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Box speeds down the highway, light flashing, siren wailing,

screaming into his cell phone--

BOX:

He’s got Jennifer in her house!

INT. MARSH’S BASEMENT -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Viewer counter shoots above 3,000,000. ETOD: 16 hours, 20

minutes.

Marsh wrestles, swinging herself back and forth across the

blades. She looks up and sees that the supports of the

sewage pipe are beginning to give. She bucks and bucks

trying to pull down the pipe. Owen doesn’t like it, but he’s

working the crank.

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EXT. CITY STREETS -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

A POLICE CAR, sirens wailing, lights flashing, races through

a red light. Down the block, another one turns the corner,

speeding in the same direction.

INT. TASK FORCE COMMAND CENTER -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

The Viewer counter shoots above 4,000,000. The group watches

as Marsh, squirming and fighting, is lowered closer to the

blades. As she violently bucks, dust falls from the

supports.

A LIGHTING-FAST MONTAGE OF WATCHERS, as groups of people

congregate in homes, college libraries, an Apple Store, an

Internet Cafe to watch the horror and excitement.

The counter spins faster and faster, 5,000,000, 5,500,000,

6,000,000....

ON THE FINAL COMPUTER SCREEN, we see Marsh drop another few

inches, her hair wildly buffeted by the blades.

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INT. BOX’S CAR -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Box speeds down the highway, siren wailing, light flashing.

INT. MARSH’S BASEMENT -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

As the Viewer counter shoots above 9,000,000, the top of

Marsh’s head is dropped just a few inches from the blade.

Her hair whips madly.

Growling with determination, she pulls herself up and down -a

swinging, vertical sit-up, trying to loosen the pipe

support. More dust falls from the ceiling.

Owen lifts the Taser to blast her one last time. Suddenly,

the lawn mower belches, falters, sputters. Owen, concerned,

hurries over to investigate.

The blades pick up speed again. Owen relaxes, but before he

can hit the Taser, Marsh swings into the frame, banging into

him, not enough to hurt him, but enough to knock him away.

Angry, he hits the Taser again.

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As the counter reaches 10,000,000, Marsh spasms wildly and is

swung past the mower. The pipe-support breaks, sending Marsh

crashing to the floor in a shower of debris, just a foot from

the blades. The debris hits the blade and flies everywhere.

Owen backs away, shielding his eyes. He hits the Taser

again, but the probes have ripped from Marsh’s clothing.

INT. TASK FORCE COMMAND CENTER -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Everyone watches as Marsh rolls, pulling her chained feet up

and through the cable on her wrists. Her hands are still

bound, but now they’re in front of her. She staggers out of

frame.

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET -- RAINY NIGHT.

Box roars down the block. At the end of the street, the

squad cars turn a corner and race toward him.

INT. MARSH’S BASEMENT -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Owen jams a new cartridge into his Taser and shoots. Marsh

ducks and the barbed probes hit the wall.

She turns her head, sees her Glock lying on the floor. She

makes a dash. Owen chases her with his Taser, which, because

its probes have been thrown, must be touched to her body.

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Marsh falls to the floor and the gun slides away from her

grasp.

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She lunges for it, just as Owen drives the Taser into the

back of her neck. She spasms, incapacitated, but somehow

manages to roll onto her back.

Owen looks down at her. Frowns. Her paralyzed hands hold

the Glock. She whimpers, unable even to pull the trigger.

He smiles and reaches down for the gun. In a burst of

agonized will and determination, she screams and shoots him

in the chest.

Owen staggers back, shocked more than anything else. In

terrible pain, she manages to pull the gag from her mouth-

MARSH:

Down on the floor! Get down!

Owen recovers a bit, then lunges forward. Marsh shoots him

over and over again, driving him back across the basement.

Owen trips over Marsh’s cat, spins around and lands, belly

down, with his full weight on the lawn mower blades. He

flops as the blades chew him up, flinging pieces of him in

every direction.

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INT. TASK FORCE COMMAND CENTER -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

The room reacts as their screens are splattered with Owen’s

blood and guts and bone and hair.

INT. MARSH’S BASEMENT -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

Marsh lies there, crying, soaked in gore, breathing hard.

She hears footsteps, turns with a gasp, eyes bugging, and

points her gun, but it’s Box, racing down the steps.

He freezes for a beat, when he sees the entrails splattered

everywhere, then he runs to her.

She whimpers, evades him, crawls to her feet, staggers over,

and stops in front of Owen’s blinking camera.

Wrists still bound, she grabs her FBI badge and holds it up

to the camera.

She holds it there, eyes fierce and crazed, hands trembling.

Box kneels next to Marsh and tries to pull her away from the

camera, but she pushes him away. She doesn’t lower the

badge, won’t lower it.

CAMERA’S VIDEO POV:

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CLOSE ON the trembling FBI badge, with Marsh’s eyes blazing

fiercely behind it.

SMASH TO BLACK.

MUSIC UP.

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