No, they won't...
He ends the argument by snaking his hand inside her t-shirt so
that part of her bra is exposed. He seals her protesting lips
by kissing her.
From the PROWLER's POV, the CAMERA MOVES to get a better angle.
A hand moves into FRAME and pulls back some branches to clear
the field of vision. A branch pops.
(in a thick whisper)
Somebody's there, Barry.
Come on, Claudette. A man's not made of
Let's go back, Barry...
I need you so much, Claudette.
BARRY leans in and unhooks her bra. They kiss again,
The PROWLER pauses, then moves, never seen--except for a bit of
foot or hand--from the POV of the CAMERA, closer and closer as
the two TEENAGERS become more and more oblivious.
Closer. The THEME has snuck in. It becomes discordant. It
QUICK CUT to BARRY & CLAUDETTE'S faces, their eyes closed, the
perspiration streaking their flushed skin.
Suddenly CLAUDETTE looks up into the CAMERA with terror.
A hatchet flashes into FRAME and CLAUDETTE goes down under the
The CAMERA TURNS TO BARRY. The PROWLER's powerful hand has him
by the throat. He backpeddles, trying to get away.
as BARRY is stopped against a tree.
A hunting knife soars against the leafy sky.