The Stunt Man Page #2

CLOSE ON COP AND CAMERON

Cameron nods his head in resignation. A big uncontrollable grin

breaks and spreads over the cop's face.

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- 5

Then suddenly, Cameron bolts, desperately springing full speed for

the back door. He flings it open. The cops are moving toward him.

One has almost got his gun out.

POLICEMAN:

Cameron! Halt! I'll shoot!

Cameron lunges through the doorway, not realizing in his frenzy the

screen door still blocks his path. He tears through it, but gets

stuck halfway.

CAMERON:

(panicked)

No!...God, don't shoot!

Swinging his manacled arms like a club against the tangled mesh, he

breaks free and runs.

EXT. REAR OF DINER

As Cameron flies down the back steps, a COP stationed at the rear

door, caught off-guard, tries to stop him but is shoved flat on his

back. Cameron weaves and scrambles across the yard, over fences,

between the shed and the barn, rolling beneath a building, out the

other side. Behind him, distant shouts and a gunshot.

INT. FOREST - MOVING SHOT ON CAMERON - DAY

As Cameron runs, he moves with a skill that suggests forests are not

alien to him. He crouches low, following tiny avenues in the maze

of tree trunks, scrambling on all fours over needles and fallen

cones. Sweat pours down his face. His breath rasps in his throat.

He breaks into a clearing and FREEZES...suddenly face to face with a

MAN who crouches, blocking his path. It is one of the telephone

linemen we saw earlier.

WIDER ANGLE:

The lineman, kneeling at his tool chest, is surprised by Cameron.

The other lineman is halfway up the power pole. They both stare at

Cameron's handcuffs. Cameron edges back, his escape route blocked.

The man on the ground grabs a WRENCH and moves forward with the same

gleam in his eye we saw when he scared that bird from the tree.

LINEMAN:

Stand right there like a good old

boy and do what I say. You wanna

try and mess with me, you've had

fair warning. I was a combat Marine

in Korea. Okay?

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The lineman advances on him as Cameron backs away.

CAMERON:

Korea? No sh*t, so was my old

man...

(he suddenly stamps his

foot and shrieks)

Aaaaaaaargh!

The lineman jumps in surprise. Then, enraged like a startled bull,

he lunges forward with the wrench. Cameron uses the man's weight

against him, his moves those of a trained fighter. A hard knee to

his stomach doubles up the lineman. The handcuffed arms slam down

like a club between his shoulder blades driving him to the ground.

A kick thrown sideways to his head and the man is out. The other

lineman who had started to descend the pole freezes and takes one

step back up. Cameron grabs the lineman's toolbox in his handcuffed

grasp and dashes off into the forest.

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