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INT. CABIN - LATER THAT NIGHT

Moonlight illuminates the cabin. Charlie and Will sit next to

each other cross-legged -- eyes closed in deep meditation.

Their breathing is deep, focused, rhythmic; their faces

completely calm. Crickets and the occasional frog are the

only thing we can hear over their breathing.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CROP ROWS - DAY

Charlie and Will work their field. Will notices a POLICE CAR

winding up the driveway.

WILL:

Father.

(points to the cop car)

Should I get the rifles?

CHARLIE:

Remain calm, William.

WILL:

How could they know?

CHARLIE:

We don’t know what they know. Keep

your eyes on me. If I clench my

fists, we attack. Understood?

WILL:

Yes, Father.

CHARLIE:

We are prepared for this.

Will nods. Charlie walks to the driveway. Will follows.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS

The police car parks and TWO OFFICERS, LOU (25) and GEORGE

(50s), exit. Charlie nears.

9.

OFFICER LOU:

Had a helluva time finding you.

CHARLIE:

May I help you?

The Officers scan the property.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Just the two of you here?

(off Charlie’s nod)

We just have a few questions, sir.

Mind coming with us?

CHARLIE:

I’d prefer to answer here. We’re in

the middle of some work.

OFFICER GEORGE:

We better head down to the station -

to follow protocol and whatnot.

WILL’S POV:
Will watches Charlie’s hands, awaiting the

signal. Charlie slightly curls his fingers... no fist.

OFFICER LOU:

Know why you were so hard to track

down, sir?

No reply. George eyes his overeager young partner.

OFFICER LOU:

Damn hard to find a man who doesn’t

take part in the census - and

doesn’t pay taxes on the odd jobs

he steals from hard working, law-

abiding citizens.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Enough, Lou.

(to Charlie)

Why don’t you just come along now?

CHARLIE:

The crops don’t work themselves.

I’m sure you can appreciate that.

OFFICER GEORGE:

I can.

George and Lou look around. Charlie’s eyes instinctively dart

to the SHED. The thick PADLOCK dangles... UNLOCKED. Charlie

scowls accusingly at Will. Will meets his gaze, anxious.

10.

CHARLIE:

You said you have some questions.

The Officers turn their attention back to Charlie.

OFFICER GEORGE:

Yessir.

Lou can’t keep his eyes from the shed -- starts toward it.

OFFICER LOU:

(re:
the oil drums)

What’s in there?

CHARLIE:

Vegetable oil. For the truck. We

create our own biodiesel.

OFFICER LOU:

You mind giving us a little tour -

show us how it works?

CHARLIE:

Another time.

OFFICER LOU:

(re:
the shed)

What’s in there?

Will gulps, nervous -- shifts. Charlie grits his teeth --

wiggles his fingers. Lou edges closer to the shed.

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