October Gale Page #4

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he's not going to stop

until he's killed me.

HELEN:
I mean, you... He's dead.

Right?

You killed him.

WILL:
I'm sorry I put you in danger.

I'm sorry.

HELEN:
This-this-this-this...

This isn't my problem.

It's not my business.

I...

Get out of my house.

WILL:
Helen, I'm

not leaving you.

HELEN:
I've had

enough of this sh*t!

Get out of my house.

WILL:
I'm not leaving you by

yourself knowing what's coming.

HELEN:
I'm not by myself.

WILL:
You're not?

Where's your husband.

HELEN:
He's gone.

WILL:
Gone? You mean dead?

HELEN:
Get out of my house.

WILL:
I'm not leaving.

HELEN:
Get out of my--

Get out of my house.

God damn you!

WILL:
Ow, f*** me!

Ah, f***. Ah!

HELEN:
Oh, God.

[PIANO SCORE]

[LIGHT RAIN]

[HOWLING WIND]

[THUNDER]

HELEN:
You regret that one?

WILL:
I regret most

of them, not that one.

Emily's my mum's name.

HELEN:
That tattoo is

not for your mother.

WILL:
I'm sorry

about your husband.

It's okay.

HELEN:
He got

caught in a storm last October

on the lake.

Went out first thing

in the morning

to buy groceries.

Never came back.

He asked me to go with him

but I was talking to

a friend on the phone.

Barely looked up.

I just said...

'Don't forget your list'.

Phone rang.

'Your husband was

in an accident.

Sorry, Mrs. Matthews.'

I stood there holding the phone

Gone.

He left me a message

asking me to call him.

I keep wondering

What-

What did he want?

I mean it's no one's

fault but his.

He shouldn't have tried

to go through the storm.

He should have waited it out.

He never would have tried

if I'd been there with him.

I could have saved him.

He would've turned back.

[SIGH]

[SNIFFLE]

WILL:
Hey.

Give me your hand.

HELEN:
We spent our

entire lives together.

And he died alone.

I'm really- I'm really sorry

I hurt you like that.

WILL:
It's fine.

HELEN:
Ohh.

[LAUGHS]

[HEAVIER RAIN]

[RUNNING WATER]

WILL:
How far is the marina?

HELEN:
45 minutes.

WILL:
Well, how far

is it in a storm?

HELEN:
Well, it's open water so

Storms out here are like

storms on the ocean.

WILL:
Alright.

So about an hour,

hour and a half then.

HELEN:
Yeah.

About that.

Or never.

WILL:
Alright.

HELEN:
Alright what?

WILL:
That guy that was here

is going to take about an hour

back to the marina, some

more time to find his boss,

then another hour

back here so we got...

Three hours, maybe less,

before they're back for me.

[TENSE SCORE]

How many bullets you got?

[DISTANT THUNDER]

WILL:
What are the

woods like back there?

Can they attack us from behind?

HELEN:
Impossible.

Sheer rock, 30 feet.

It's not going to happen

from the back.

We need to make it

difficult from the front

because once they come ashore

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