Hard Rain Page #6

DOREEN:

We're setting traps.

SHERIFF:

That's illegal, Doreen.

DOREEN:

You gonna arrest us, Sheriff? Hell,

are you even sheriff anymore, Sheriff?

Didn't you lose an election? I sure

as hell know I didn't vote for you,

and neither did Henry.

HENRY:

Doreen...

SHERIFF:

You don't need to set traps.

DOREEN:

That's what they said in '73. When

we got back, anything the bastards

didn't steal they broke, just for

the hell of it.

SHERIFF:

That's not happening this time.

DOREEN:

Damn right it's not.

SHERIFF:

You can't stay, you know that.

HENRY:

We're going to my sister's.

SHERIFF:

Good.

DOREEN:

Soon as we finish setting the traps.

The Sheriff wants to say something more, but he's not about

to argue with Doreen. He just nods and gets back into the

car.

IN THE CAR:

The Sheriff climbs back in. He and Wayne watch Henry and

Doreen go back into the house, Doreen still nagging at Henry.

SHERIFF:

God'll understand if you have to

drown her in the basement, Henry.

The Sheriff sighs, nods to Wayne. Wayne puts the car in gear.

EXT. ARMORED TRUCK - NIGHT

The water is creeping up the sloping hood of the truck.

CHARLIE:

We gotta get out of here.

TOM:

What about the money?

CHARLIE:

The money's safe; we're not. Water

rose about a foot in the last twenty

minutes. The National Guard isn't

going to be here for another hour.

You do the math.

Tom shrugs -- Charlie's right. They're about to get out when

light washes up on them. They look out to see...

THE HEADLIGHTS OF A GMC SUBURBAN

Approaching on the other side of the dip, a quarter-mile

away.

CHARLIE AND TOM:

Look at each other then get out of the truck.

THE SUBURBAN:

Stops on the far side of the dip -- a hundred yards away.

The headlights shine across the water. Doors open and MEN

get out.

TOM AND CHARLIE:

Come around the front of the truck. They can't see through

the glare of the Suburban's bright headlights.

CHARLIE:

Hello!

MAN'S VOICE

You okay? You stuck?

CHARLIE:

Yes!

MAN'S VOICE

We'll see if we can get you out!

We'll be right over!

Charlie looks at Tom, relieved.

CHARLIE:

Looks like we might just --

THE SUBURBAN:

Headlights go on high beam.

CHARLIE AND TOM:

Squint, blinded by the high beams.

TOM:

Why'd they do that?

CHARLIE:

Probably so they can see better.

TOM:

Or so we can't see at all.

Charlie looks at him -- what does he mean? Tom puts his hand

on his pistol.

IN THE WATER:

Assembled by the Suburban are...

JIM AND HIS MEN:

All holding guns. He speaks to them quietly.

JIM:

This is my retirement fund, boys,

and if any one of you screws up, I

swear to God I'll kill you. Let's

go.

They start wading down into the dip in the road. Kenny carries

a rifle.

TOM AND CHARLIE:

Tom squints through the bright light.

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