Lou Page #2
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- 2017
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EXT./INT. HARDWARE STORE/LOU’S TRUCK - DAY
STORM PREPPERS stream into the hardware store to stock up.
Lou sits in her truck, scowling at people’s efforts to feel
safe. But like any small town, a big storm is big news. The
only news really.
Lou exits the truck, forcing herself to join them. She looks
at Jax lying in back.
LOU:
Want to come inside?
Jax opens an eye. Looks at Lou. Then shuts it.
LOU (CONT’D)
Good choice.
INT. HARDWARE STORE (SAN JUAN ISLAND) - MOMENTS LATER
The aisles bustle with Storm Preppers.
Lou stands at a shelf, looking at the tarp selection. She’s
not finding what she wants.
5.
She spots a SALES ASSOCIATE, hustles to reach him, beating
out another CUSTOMER seeking his attention.
SALES ASSOCIATE:
How may I-
LOU:
Tarps. Black.
SALES ASSOCIATE:
We’ve got plenty of blue?
LOU:
I need black.
SALES ASSOCIATE:
Sure. Let’s see what I can find.
LOU:
Find a black one.
INT. CASH REGISTER (HARDWARE STORE) - MOMENTS LATER
Lou watches the Sales Associate ring up several dusty
packages of BLACK TARPS.
SALES ASSOCIATE:
You got enough flashlights?
LOU:
Only need the tarps.
SALES ASSOCIATE:
You sure? This storm’s supposed to
be a doozy. Big time wind. The
island’s definitely losing power.
LOU:
The island always loses power.
SALES ASSOCIATE:
Best to be prepared ‘specially out
by you. Aren’t you worried being so
far out from town?
LOU:
Weather doesn’t scare me. People
do.
Lou impatiently holds out her hand for the change.
6.
EXT. PARKING LOT (HARDWARE STORE) - MOMENTS LATER
Lou exits the store, holding a brown paper bag. She heads
toward her truck and isn’t happy to see CHIEF RANKIN (50’s)
petting Jax, who wags his tail with surprising vigor.
Rankin is the island’s seasoned police chief, well versed in
handling small town crime with a fair and steady hand.
Lou throws her paper bag on the heavy canvas. Scared, Jax
BARKS at it. Lou glares at him. His tail stops wagging.
RANKIN:
Hi Lou.
LOU:
Rankin.
RANKIN:
There isn’t, by any chance, a deer
back here?
LOU:
No.
RANKIN:
‘kay. ‘Cause the season ended ages
ago. And I didn’t see your name on
the license list.
LOU:
It wouldn’t be. I don’t hunt.
Rankin nods and leans against the back of the truck. A THICK
RIVER of BLOOD pours beneath the hatch onto the dirt parking
lot. Rankin looks at it. Then at Lou.
There’s an understanding between them and that understanding
is, “we’re too old for this sh*t.” Rankin SIGHS.
RANKIN:
Alright Lou. You have a good day.
(beat, joking)
You hear a storm’s coming?
Rankin tips his hat with a small smile, side-stepping the
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