Chappaquiddick Page #21

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MARY JO:

HELP! HELP!!! PLEASE!

Behind her, splashes can be seen behind the front seat.

BELOW THE WATER:

Gargan tries to wrestle himself out of the window, panickingas he loses oxygen. He uses all his strength to propelhimself out one last time. He pushes through as a large shardof glass cuts further along his back.

EXT. POUCHA POND - UNDERWATER - NIGHT

Gargan dislodges his torso and races away from the car withhis last breath.

A trail of blood follows him back up to the surface.

INT. OLDSMOBILE - UNDERWATER - NIGHT

The CREAKING stops and Mary Jo pauses. She looks back down.

The water level has risen to her chest.

She steadies herself and tries to slow her breathing.

EXT. POUCHA POND BEACH - NIGHT

Gargan climbs out of the water and up the beachhead. Blooddrips from the gashes across his arm, back, and chest.

Markham limps close behind in tremendous pain. They both looklike they’ve had the sh*t kicked out of them.

Gargan hangs his head. Defeated.

He looks back out over the water one last time. He turns back.

The two men walk over the bridge towards the Valiant. Theheadlights still shine out over the water, but this timeneither wants to look. Hope replaced with despair.

Gargan keeps his eyes locked on Ted.

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The Senator hasn't moved an inch. He rests comfortablyagainst the bumper.

TED:

You guys gotta get me back to

Edgartown.

Gargan walks right past Ted in disgust. He offers no responseas he gathers up his clothes.

Ted sits and glowers as the two men get dressed behind him.

INT. OLDSMOBILE - UNDERWATER - NIGHT

Mary Jo takes long, deliberate breaths, squeezing her eyes

shut tight. Suddenly, they snap open.

She has an idea.

Mary Jo rushes forward, takes a deep breath, and pushes

herself underwater.

She reemerges in the front seat, where the water level is up

to her neck. Looking for leverage, she presses her arms

against the car.

UNDERWATER:

Her legs extend as far as they can. Her feet press up against

the steering wheel.

ABOVE WATER:

Mary Jo pushes her arms harder against the car.

The horn HONKS loudly.

Mary Jo's face lights up. The tension broken, she manages to

let out a laugh as she honks over and over. She presses ashard as she can and just lays on the horn.

EXT. POUCHA POND BEACH - NIGHT

From high above, the muffled horn echoes through the pond and

out across the beach.

The entire area is desolate. The Valiant is long gone.

The night sky reflects over the serene, calm current as the

honking takes on a frantic, staccato rhythm.

The muffled sound becomes deeper as the horn takes on water

and begins to malfunction.

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