October Gale Page #2

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HELEN:
Put it down. Just relax.

Relax, relax it.

Stay very still.

WILL:
Okay.

HELEN:
How'd you find me?

WILL:
You were the only light.

You up for Easter then?

HELEN:
No.

What happened?

WILL:
Don't worry about it.

HELEN:
What happened?!

WILL:
Some men attacked me,

but don't worry about it.

HELEN:
Why didn't you

go to the police?

Do you own that boat?

Do you own that boat?

WILL:
I borrowed the

boat, I'll get it back.

HELEN:
Do you live around here?

WILL:
[SIGH]

Sort of, yeah.

HELEN:
Stay very still.

WILL:
Okay.

HELEN:
Who shot you?

WILL:
I told you who shot me.

Please...

Just leave it.

HELEN:
Look...

I fixed you up, you're

not going to die.

You need to leave as soon as

the weather permits, okay?

Just--

WILL:
It's fine.

I'll leave right now.

Can you just give me a

ride to the highway?

HELEN:
No, I can't do that.

WILL:
Alright, that's fine.

Just point me in the

direction of the road.

I'll get out of your hair.

HELEN:
No, no-no-no.

You don't understand.

There's no road.

We're on an island.

The marina is far. I

was just out in this.

A storm's coming and

the water is dangerous.

You fall in that water,

you freeze to death.

WILL:
Alright f*** it.

I'll take my boat.

HELEN:
You'll die in five

minutes in that little boat.

WILL:
I'll be fine.

Take it, it's worth something.

HELEN:
I don't want your watch.

WILL:
Take it. I

don't like favors.

HELEN:
It wasn't a favor.

WILL:
You saved my life, you didn't

have to do that. Please take it.

HELEN:
Yes, I did. You wouldn't

have lasted the night. I--

[WHISTLING WIND]

WILL:
Thank you.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

HELEN:
Sh*t.

[WHISTLING WIND]

WILL:
[COUGHING]

Aw, f***.

WILL:
I'm fine, go away.

[COUGHING]

[CLOSE THUNDER]

HELEN:
You're not from

around here, I know that.

WILL:
I'm from Calgary.

I really like your place.

It's nice.

HELEN:
It's been in--

HELEN:
It's been in my husband's

family for, I don't know...

A hundred years.

What did you do out west?

WILL:
Nothing special.

I mean, it's Calgary.

HELEN:
But--

WILL:
No, I did a

bunch of things.

I did everything.

The last thing I did

I worked in the oil

sands for a while.

But I didn't like that too much.

Needed to get out.

HELEN:
But how did

you end up here?

WILL:
My mom, she grew up

outside of Collingwood, so...

She used to take me

here when I was a kid.

HELEN:
William...

Who shot you?

WILL:
As soon as it

calms down outside

I'll be on my way, I promise.

HELEN:
Fine.

Good.

Good.

Oh, good.

Good, good, good.

HELEN:
Do you want

me to cook, John?

We could make some

fried pickles.

JAMES:
Yes.

HELEN:
You're up

for fried pickles?

JAMES:
I don't know.

HELEN:
I'm delirious.

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