In a lightning-swift motion, the cop clamps his hands down over
Cameron's wrists, snapping the HANDCUFFS on. The trap has sprung.
CLOSE ON COP AND CAMERON
Cameron nods his head in resignation. A big uncontrollable grin
breaks and spreads over the cop's face.
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.
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
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.
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.