Wyvern Page #5

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(distant snarling)

(whooshing)

(creaking)

- Okay, let's just wait a few,

make sure it left.

- No, it just flew off.

This is our best chance.

I'm going.

- Okay, I'm heading out

to the street.

- Okay.

- Farley, please.

- Here you go, Farley.

I'm gonna need that sharp.

Claire!

Get away from that door.

(knife sharpening)

(suspenseful music)

(grunting)

- All clear! How's it going?!

- One down, three to go!

Two down!

- Uh, Jake?

- I got two more!

- Jake, hurry!

- I see him, I see him.

Three down.

- Hurry! It's coming!

(snarling)

- Move!

(gunfire)

(snarling)

(suspenseful music)

(roaring)

- Jake!!

- Edna, please,

a little bit of space.

Sorry, Edna. I'm just tired.

Okay, let's give this a try.

- Is it gonna work?

- Think so.

(static)

- You've got it

on the emergency channel, right?

- Just gotta hope the signal

reaches where we need to,

stays strong.

Here we go.

- Come back, please.

This is Beaver Mills.

We have an emergency.

(static)

Come back, please.

This is Beaver Mills.

We have an emergency.

- Alaska Security Bureau.

We read you. Over.

- Uh, yeah,

this is Beaver Mills,

requesting urgent assistance.

- You're breaking up.

Can you boost the power? Over.

- No, it's all it's got.

- This is Chief Dawson,

Beaver Mills,

declaring an emergency.

- What is the nature...

(static)

What is the nature

of your emergency, Chief?

Over.

- Uh, yeah, we've got a fire

at the yarding compound.

Gas explosion, um,

phone lines are down,

power lines are down, uh...

We've got injuries

and fatalities.

- Jake, we don't have

a yarding compound.

- No, we got us

a wyvern problem.

You wanna tell 'em that?

See how that goes.

- I'm just sayin'.

- Say again?

What kind of explosion?

Over.

- Gas explosion.

Power lines are down.

Send help immediately.

- We're losing it.

- You're breaking up, Chief.

We'll call you on a land line.

- No, no, the phone lines

are down too. Don't...

Just send help immediately!

(static)

Argh!!

- So...

what now?

- Listen up.

(Farley coughing)

(suspenseful music)

- If Farley and Hass can get us

some gas for the genny,

I think we're in good shape,

food-wise.

- Oh.

- This is Beaver Mills.

We have an SOS. Over.

- Farley and Hass are right

behind us and they got fuel.

We've got the medical supplies.

- Come on, Farley,

move your caboose!

We're almost there!

Oh, come on, Farley,

don't have an asthma attack now!

(wheezing):
Wait a second.

- Come on.

(growling)

- Ahhh!

(roaring)

Ahhh!!

(groaning)

(gunshot)

(suspenseful music)

- It got Farley!

It got him!

- Get inside. Get inside.

Stay here, Colonel...

- Ah, Jake.

- You're all right.

It just got you a little bit.

Come on.

- Ahhh...

(suspenseful music)

(groaning softly)

(groaning)

(groaning)

(screaming)

(snarling)

(roaring)

- Should be anytime now,

wouldn't you say, Colonel?

- Should be, God willing.

(Farley groaning)

- The propane's running out.

This'll be the last

of the coffee for a while.

- Give it to someone else.

I'm good.

- No, they need their sleep

and we all need you awake.

- It was my fault, you know.

- What was?

- The accident.

My brother.

I guess we all have our reasons

for why we think

this is happening,

some price we're paying for...

things we've done wrong

in our lives.

- No, it's like what you said,

I mean, stuff happens.

Jake, it's out of our hands.

- Well, maybe for you.

You didn't kill

our own brother.

- Neither did you.

You were driving a truck

and the ice underneath it

gave way.

- That's what you heard?

- Yeah, I'm...

I've only heard, um...

you know, the gossip

and the rumours and...

Tell me what really happened

that night.

- That night...

Well, nighttime

is the worst.

You know...

so quiet, dark as coal.

You got these...

Northern Lights dancing

in front of you...

I was up for a 30-hour stretch.

My brother, Terry,

he caught the flu going in,

so he was in no condition

to drive.

It was all me

for four days straight.

You got those...

lights and night...

You think you're hallucinating.

And all you can hear

is the sound of the ice...

cracking beneath your wheels

and all you can hope

is that the sound of the

cracking doesn't get any louder.

Well, let's just say that...

the cracks got louder.

It was a dead man's run.

I should've known better.

Terry didn't wanna take it,

but the money was good...

I dunno.

- Well, if the money was good,

then--

- See, that's what I'm saying.

We didn't need it,

Claire.

We had a good year.

I mean, we did okay.

We didn't need this run.

Not this one.

- So then why did you do it?

- Greed, pride...

I didn't think

about those things back then.

All I...

All I know is that I always

had to keep on pushing it.

One more run, one more mile,

one more dime.

And, you know, if someone says

that I can't do something,

that just makes me push

that much more.

So anyway...

... Terry's next to me,

sick as a dog--

- You couldn't stop?

Turn around?

(scoffing)

- Not me, I couldn't.

I had to keep on going,

pushing it.

And that's when the ice

started to go.

And when it goes,

it goes quick.

Truck goes down tail-in first.

Tilts over to Terry's side...

The ice water

starts rushing in...

... like the devil itself,

grabbing at you

with ice claws and...

I grabbed Terry,

I reach out to him,

and the cab comes crashing down.

Broke my hand up real good.

I'm holding on to Terry

and the cab's going down and...

It was so cold in that cab.

I just... I couldn't hold on

to him anymore, so...

... I let him go.

I killed him.

- No, you didn't, Jake.

It was an accident.

- Uh-uh.

No, it wasn't an accident.

It was my fault.

It was my greed,

my arrogance,

my pride, that killed him.

- Jake, you made a bad decision,

but I got news for you:

that was nature

that killed your brother.

'Cause in the past 48 hours,

I've seen

more people I know die...

And these are good people,

these are honest people.

And what was our mistake?

Hmm? What was our accident?

- It's coming.

- And it's carrying something.

(snarling)

(growling)

(Doc screaming)

- All right,

I'm gonna go get him.

- Wait!

- It's on the roof.

- What is it doing?

- Help me!!!

- It's using David as bait.

- Please...!!

- It's waiting to pick us off

one by one as we leave.

- Help me...!!

(screaming)

- I gotta go get him.

Can't just leave him out there.

Cover me.

(snarling)

(gunfire)

(screeching)

- Please...!

- Jake! Jake, run!

Jake, hurry up! Come on!

(grunting)

- Hurry up, Colonel.

- Jake, hurry! Jake!

- Incoming!

- Jake, it's coming!

- Not gonna make it!

- Farley! Farley!!

Farley!

- It's coming in, Jake!

- Farley!

- It's coming, Jake!

- Hey!!

Here!

- Farley!

Jake!

- Incoming! Run!

- Farley, run!

No!

(gunfire)

- Dammit, Farley.

- Hang in there, David!

Put him down on the table.

It'll be okay, David.

Gentle, gentle.

(groaning)

(CB):
Beaver Mills

do you copy? Over.

(helicopter approaching)

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