| CLIFFHANGER | |
| screenplay by | |
| Michael France | |
| Terry Hayes | |
| Sylvester Stallone | |
| Shooting draft 3/30/92 | |
| [NOTE: THE HARD COPY OF THIS SCRIPT CONTAINED SCENE | |
| NUMBERS. THESE HAVE BEEN OMITTED FOR THIS SOFT COPY.] | |
| EXT. MOUNTAIN RANGE - HELICOPTER POV - DAY | |
| We are flying, soaring, wheeling, diving through a range of | |
| magnificent mountains. They are the Colorado Rockies and, | |
| right now, in early spring, it's one of the finest sights on | |
| earth: The lush greenery of the valleys gives way to cliffs of | |
| sheer rock and towering peaks crowned by snow. | |
| As the CREDITS ROLL, we wheel past a mountain wall and realize | |
| this is the POV from | |
| A HELICOPTER | |
| as it soars up to circle the tallest mountain: The Tower. It | |
| rises thousands of feet from the ground below, so high that its | |
| summit is wreathed in clouds. | |
| GABE | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Do you see them yet? | |
| JESSIE | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Patience my love, patience. | |
| GABE | |
| (V.O.) | |
| That's a virtue isn't it? | |
| JESSIE | |
| (V.O) | |
| Wait, I think I have them | |
| sighted. What's the word, Frank? | |
| INSIDE HELICOPTER - FRANK AND JESSIE | |
| Spotter FRANK NEWELL (50's) scans the mountain wall. JESSIE | |
| DEIGHAN (30's) expertly pilots the helicopter. Both wear | |
| jackets identifying themselves as members of the Rocky Mountain | |
| Park rescue team. | |
| FRANK | |
| The word is, we got 'em over | |
| there. | |
| BINOCULAR POV - A LEDGE | |
| that's part of a lower but equally formidable peak separated | |
| from The Tower by a chasm two hundred feet wide. HAL TUCKER | |
| (30's) and his girlfriend, SARAH COLLINS (20's), are decked out | |
| in warm weather climbing gear. Hal's aplomb suggests he's a | |
| veteran climber. Sarah's worried look confirms she isn't. | |
| Hal's knee is wrapped in several elastic bandages. He also | |
| carries a slow burning flare in one hand. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (into mic) | |
| Gabe? Gabe, where are you? | |
| GABE | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Just hangin' out. | |
| WIDE SHOT | |
| the chopper drops lower and from it's perspective, we now see | |
| GABE WALKER, (30's), climber extraordinaire, literally clinging | |
| against the underside of a fifty foot rock ledge. It is a | |
| death-defying manouevre that goes completely against the laws | |
| of gravity. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (transmits) | |
| Oh, my God! I can't recognize | |
| the face, but the butt does look | |
| vaguely familiar. | |
| (whistles) | |
| GABE | |
| (laughs) | |
| Don't say that. You'll embarrass | |
| Frank. | |
| FRANK | |
| It'll take a heap more than that, | |
| rock jock. | |
| HAL fires a flare. | |
| Gabe finally reaches the edge of the ledge and, grabbing the | |
| edge, swings out into space where he hangs by one arm as he | |
| digs his free hand into a chalk bag that hangs from his waist. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Hal's signalling he's OK. | |
| FRANK | |
| They're about two hundred yards | |
| from the top of the tower, right | |
| where that ledge comes out, Gabe. | |
| INSIDE HELICOPTER | |
| Frank lowers his glasses, Jessie struggles with the wind. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (quietly to Frank) | |
| He knows it well. | |
| GABE | |
| (swinging up) | |
| The ledge, I know it well, or | |
| should I say we know it well. | |
| JESSIE | |
| You can stop right there. | |
| GABE | |
| We spent a night there one | |
| night... | |
| JESSIE | |
| Enough. | |
| GABE | |
| Yeah, we were caught in a storm. | |
| I went up there an innocent | |
| climber... | |
| JESSIE | |
| Oh, please. | |
| CUT TO - GABE | |
| he pauses and points out at Jessie hovering above. | |
| GABE | |
| And when I came down, my morals | |
| were corrupted forever. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (to Frank) | |
| Don't believe it... | |
| (into mic) | |
| You know the trouble with you is | |
| you have no brain filter. | |
| Everything you think just pours | |
| right out. | |
| Gabe arrives at an overhang, turns around and prepares to kick | |
| over what is apparently a dangerous move. | |
| Gabe pulls himself up on the ledge. Winded he slumps down next | |
| to the couple. | |
| GABE | |
| Room service...Hi, Sarah. | |
| SARAH | |
| (quietly) | |
| Hi, Gabe. | |
| HAL | |
| Glad you could drop in. | |
| GABE | |
| Hey, anything for a friend. | |
| How's the knee? | |
| HAL | |
| I think it's out. No big deal. | |
| It's that old football injury. | |
| GABE | |
| (to Sarah) | |
| Funny, he told me he twisted it | |
| gettin' out of a hot tub. | |
| HAL | |
| I love you, too. | |
| GABE | |
| (into radio) | |
| Rescue One -- have located helpless | |
| climber, please prepare idiot | |
| line for transport, over. | |
| HAL | |
| (laughs) | |
| Wait 'til you get into trouble, | |
| just wait. | |
| EXT CHOPPER | |
| The helicopter dips down towards the ledge. No way can it land | |
| here. Frank lowers a rescue wire to Gabe who swings | |
| precariously out from the ledge to grab it. The wire is just | |
| out of reach. | |
| Gabe sees that Sarah is growing increasingly nervous at the | |
| prospect of having to make an emergency transport. The | |
| chopper's rotor wash requires all present to speak in a loud | |
| voice. | |
| GABE | |
| (eyes Hal, then Sarah) | |
| How're ya feeling? | |
| SARAH | |
| Fine, I guess... | |
| GABE | |
| (making grab at the | |
| cable) | |
| Sarah, we could take off and | |
| leave this guy behind... | |
| Sarah smiles as if she's considering it. Hal grabs the radio. | |
| HAL | |
| Rescue One -- please be advised | |
| Ranger Walker is making advances | |
| toward my girlfriend that are | |
| liable to get his ass kicked | |
| right into space, over. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (O.S.) | |
| Copy. Hal, tell Gabe he only | |
| makes advances to me or else | |
| he'll be walking down four | |
| thousand feet, and sleeping | |
| outside. | |
| GABE | |
| She's tough. | |
| SARAH | |
| Is it really four thousand? | |
| Gabe secures the line to a heavy piton. | |
| GABE | |
| It's up there, but I guarantee | |
| you can handle it. | |
| THE HELICOPTER | |
| Frank gets out to secure the wire. Now a lifeline spans the | |
| chasm. | |
| ON THE LEDGE | |
| Gabe finishes anchoring the line in the rock. Hal clips his | |
| harness onto the rescue line. | |
| HAL | |
| Remember, whatever he says about | |
| me, don't believe it, honey. | |
| I know you're nervous, but we've | |
| done this a hundred times. Okay? | |
| SARAH | |
| Okay. | |
| He kisses her. | |
| GABE | |
| Remember, keep your arms and legs | |
| within the vehicle at all times-- | |
| HAL | |
| (mouthing the words) | |
| Hey, fuck you. | |
| With that, Hal pulls himself hand-over-hand across the sloping | |
| line. | |
| HAL'S POV--THE DROP | |
| is vertigo defined. 4,000 feet straight down. However, | |
| HAL | |
| lets go of the overhead line and clasps his hands to his face | |
| in mock horror. He quickly whizzes the last thirty feet of | |
| line. Frank grabs him. | |
| THE LEDGE | |
| Gabe steals a glance at Sarah, realizes how frightened she is. | |
| GABE | |
| Sarah, tonight why don't you and | |
| Hal come over for dinner? | |
| SARAH | |
| (looking down) | |
| Okay--I don't know about this. | |
| He attaches her harness to the line. | |
| JESSIE | |
| The winds are picking up. | |
| GABE | |
| On my way. Alright Sarah, are | |
| you ready for the best ride in | |
| the park? | |
| Gabe starts to push her out on the line, but at the last moment | |
| her nerve fails her. She grabs his arm, dropping her head to | |
| look down. Gabe takes hold of her chin, stopping her, making | |
| her face him. | |
| SARAH | |
| (scared but tough) | |
| Please, can I think about this | |
| for a minute...Okay, I'm sorry, | |
| it's fine. What do you want me | |
| to do? | |
| GABE | |
| Just keep lookin' at me and only | |
| think about the distance across. | |
| Count it as you go: One, | |
| two...by eight you'll be there. | |
| SARAH | |
| Can I count as fast as I like? | |
| GABE | |
| Sure you can. | |
| SARAH | |
| (gives him a timid kiss | |
| on the cheek) | |
| I'm sorry for all the trouble... | |
| Thank you. | |
| Gabe pushes her out. As he does, he nods across the abyss to | |
| Hal who nods back, confident but concerned. He can't forget | |
| that everything that matters to him is suspended by a thread | |
| over a 4,000 foot drop. | |
| GABE'S POV - SARAH | |
| inching away in the harness, looking more confident now. | |
| GABE | |
| There you go. | |
| SARAH'S POV - GABE | |
| SARAH | |
| One... | |
| signalling "OK...you're doing fine..." | |
| SARAH | |
| Two... | |
| GABE | |
| That's it, you look like a | |
| professional. | |
| SARAH | |
| Three... | |
| SARAH - ANOTHER ANGLE | |
| thirty feet out, going fine. Hal watches, his tension easing, | |
| but... | |
| SARAH | |
| Four...five... | |
| GABE | |
| Nice and easy... | |
| SARAH | |
| Six... | |
| INSERT - HARNESS CLIP | |
| holding the strap under Sarah's left leg breaks! | |
| SARAH | |
| Oh, God! | |
| HAL | |
| Sarah! | |
| SARAH | |
| I'm going to fall! Oh, God, help | |
| me! | |
| GABE'S POV - SARAH | |
| The harness completely unravels all at once, its strands shoot | |
| through the clips. What was a seat has become a trap door in | |
| half a second. As the harness shoots out from under her, Sarah | |
| falls but grabs the harness strand. | |
| SARAH | |
| Help me! Please! Oh, God, help | |
| me! Hal!! | |
| HAL | |
| Hold on! Sarah, hold on! Get | |
| her, Gabe! Throw her a line! | |
| Hal's very worst fears are being realized as Sarah, too scared | |
| to breathe, dangles on the remaining strand of what used to be | |
| the harness. She sways from the wind and the jerk of her own | |
| weight. Her grip loosens. | |
| INSERT - THE TOP CLIP | |
| that is supporting all of Sarah's weight is being seriously | |
| tested. A single knot in the harness has caught there, but it | |
| clearly won't last long. | |
| JESSIE | |
| stares down in horror. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe, get her! | |
| GABE | |
| moves back from the ledge. | |
| GABE | |
| (in control) | |
| I'm coming out! | |
| HAL | |
| No, stay off the line! You'll | |
| break her loose! | |
| GABE | |
| (screams) | |
| The clip's not gonna hold! | |
| JESSIE | |
| (into Gabe's handset) | |
| Go after her. | |
| HAL | |
| (kneeling on the edge) | |
| Hold on, baby, he'll get you. | |
| SARAH | |
| (almost faintly) | |
| I'm slipping--please, please... | |
| Gabe gently pulls himself up on the line, crosses his ankles on | |
| it, and clips himself on with a three foot safety line. He | |
| starts smoothly, quickly pulling himself out. Hal can barely | |
| watch. | |
| HAL | |
| (anguished) | |
| Don't lose her! Don't lose her! | |
| Sarah is in trouble. The bobbing of the line from Gabe's weight | |
| and the winds are making her lose her grip even more. Gabe | |
| pulls himself along the line faster, trying not to shake the | |
| line. He looks across at Hal who has dug in to brace the line. | |
| It's not meant for this much weight. | |
| Sarah starts to look down into the abyss. | |
| GABE | |
| No! Keep looking at me...Sarah! | |
| Don't look down...look at me. | |
| Keep your eyes on me...you can do | |
| it. You're stronger than you | |
| think...hold it, Sarah. | |
| Her eyes slide up to him. | |
| WIDER ANGLE | |
| He is only ten feet away. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (into Gabe's handset) | |
| Gabe, hurry--you can do it! A | |
| little more and you've got her. | |
| INSERT-THE CLIP | |
| The knot has worked itself halfway through. It doesn't make | |
| any difference how tight she holds on to the harness, the | |
| harness itself is letting go! | |
| GABE | |
| (into mic) | |
| She's losing it! | |
| HAL | |
| Sarah, hold on, he'll have you in | |
| a second. Jesus Christ, grab | |
| her! | |
| ON GABE | |
| who knows it and pulls himself the rest of the way, faster, | |
| almost bridging the gap -- | |
| ON SARAH | |
| staring desperately at Gabe, holding on -- | |
| SARAH | |
| (shrieking) | |
| Please -- oh, no -- please! | |
| GABE | |
| I'm here! Sarah, I'm here! I'm | |
| here--I've got you! | |
| INSERT - THE TOP CLIP | |
| that's keeping Sarah alive surrenders the knot--it passes | |
| through, and | |
| SARAH | |
| falls -- | |
| GABE | |
| deliberately lets go of the main line and launches himself at | |
| Sarah -- | |
| THEIR HANDS | |
| catch--Gabe's got a tenuous grip on Sarah's upper arm-- | |
| ANGLE ON BOTH | |
| Gabe's three foot safety line pulls taut, testing the limits of | |
| the line above as it yanks him and Sarah back. They start | |
| swinging like a pendulum over the abyss--with each swing | |
| Sarah's hand slips further down Gabe's arm. He frantically | |
| tries to tighten his grip on Sarah's arm, but his grip and hers | |
| are slipping. Gabe reaches up with his free arm to grab the | |
| main line and stabilize them, but their swinging keeps it out | |
| of reach. | |
| GABE | |
| Use your other hand! Grab it! | |
| SARAH | |
| Help me! I don't want to die! | |
| GABE | |
| You're not gonna die. Grab me | |
| with your other hand! | |
| HAL | |
| Sarah! Grab him, grab him! | |
| Sarah is too scared to comply, her other arm flailing as if | |
| that might stop the swinging with the next arc. | |
| Their grip slides to wrist level and keeps slipping. Gabe's | |
| hand digs into Sarah's climbing glove and holds! | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe hold her! Hold her! | |
| Gabe's face is a mask of strained concentration as he tries to | |
| grab the main line and maintain his grip on Sarah. | |
| He finally snags the main line, but he can't stabilize them | |
| with the next swing. | |
| GABE | |
| (exhausted) | |
| Do it! Reach up! Sarah, reach | |
| up! | |
| For what seems like an eternity, Sarah's eyes lock onto Gabe's | |
| with an expression of unabashed terror as her hand slides out | |
| of her glove! She falls--her eyes still locked on Gabe who can | |
| only look down, swaying helplessly on the wire as Sarah SCREAMS | |
| ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE | |
| Frank and Jessie look down in horror, but neither look as | |
| anguished as Hal. Her screams are heard in Jessie's headset. | |
| HAL | |
| No!! | |
| LONG SHOT - SARAH | |
| falling--falling--falling--looking very small against the vast | |
| mountain range-- | |
| SARAH'S POV - FALLING | |
| from this height takes the longest nineteen seconds you can | |
| imagine-- | |
| GABE | |
| twists from his safety line, clutching Sarah's glove--he wants | |
| to, but can't shut his eyes--he locks eyes with | |
| HAL | |
| whose horror and grief are even greater than Gabe's. | |
| GABE'S POV - THE CHASM | |
| Sarah is gone. The "Safety" harness spirals down after her | |
| like a carefree bird. Her scream, echoes off the cliffs and | |
| through the canyons -- fainter, fainter -- until it's almost a | |
| memory -- carrying across to: | |
| STREET DAY - 8 MONTHS LATER | |
| A five gallon bucket of blackish water explodes against the | |
| pavement. On the street are signs that read "Do Not Cross - | |
| Danger." | |
| TEN STORIES UP | |
| Gabe is ten stories up on a suspended platform with a window | |
| washer scraper poised in his hand. He looks down in despair. | |
| He appears distraught, lifeless -- the fire has gone out of his | |
| eyes. The WINDOW WASHER glances over the edge, then back at | |
| Gabe. | |
| WASHER | |
| Man, you better keep your mind on | |
| your business--you'll kill | |
| somebody. | |
| GABE | |
| Yeah. | |
| WASHER | |
| Two things you don't do in this | |
| line of work is daydream and | |
| stand back to admire your work. | |
| Got that? | |
| GABE | |
| Take me up. | |
| EXT. DENVER MINT - HIGH ANGLE - DAY - FEW DAYS LATER | |
| The Southwest regional center for printing and distributing | |
| currency. | |
| INT. TREASURY COMPOUND - A MECHANICAL BILL COUNTER | |
| is at work, banding and stacking currency. A HAND reaches to | |
| pick up a band. | |
| THE BILLS | |
| are something a banker could work a lifetime without seeing, | |
| but are real nonetheless -- $1000 bills, banded here in | |
| hundreds. The band is put back in the growing stack by | |
| RICHARD TRAVERS | |
| mid-forties, a tough, imposing Treasury agent. He regards the | |
| fortune piling up in front of him with only cold, professional | |
| interest. The currency is being placed into a trio of metal | |
| briefcases--thirty thousand $1000 bills. Travers shuts the | |
| cases in turn, and locks each with an electronic key card, | |
| triggering a FLASHING RED LIGHT on the locks. A uniformed | |
| PILOT arrives. | |
| PILOT | |
| We'll be fueled and ready in ten | |
| minutes, Mr. Travers. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Very good. | |
| WALTER WRIGHT, an authoritative man of fifty and head | |
| comptroller of currency approaches followed by MATHESON, a | |
| groomed agent in his late twenties. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Rich... | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Good morning, Walt. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| I'd like to have a word with you. | |
| This is Agent Matheson, FBI. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (shakes Matheson's | |
| hand) | |
| Richard Travers. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Matheson has been transferred | |
| from the Denver office to Frisco. | |
| As a professional courtesy | |
| between offices, I was asked if | |
| he could hitch a ride. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| We've got a full crew, but we can | |
| squeeze one more, right. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Appreciate it. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| You're the boss. Let's head out | |
| to the tarmac. Matheson, have | |
| you been totally briefed? | |
| MATHESON | |
| I don't know about totally. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (laughs) | |
| Who the hell ever is. This is | |
| the most protected shipment we've | |
| got-- and the most useless. | |
| These bills aren't even in | |
| circulation; the one thousand | |
| dollar bills we're transporting | |
| are only used for international | |
| banking exchange. | |
| MATHESON | |
| Do you always transport through | |
| the air? | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Mostly. Armored cars can be | |
| hijacked. Trains can be | |
| derailed. But nobody can get to | |
| us in flight. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| I haven't lost a bill in eighteen | |
| years, don't jinx me, Walt. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| I think Treasury personnel are | |
| the most superstitious people in | |
| the federal government. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| We should be. Everybody wants | |
| what we have. | |
| The men laugh and turn the corner. | |
| EXT. COLORADO TOWN - EARLY MORNING | |
| The weather is becoming moody as wind bends the tops of the | |
| trees and blows debris down the street. We see a well-worn | |
| vehicle moving past a filling station. | |
| Two young rock jocks are driving by in their impossibly mudcaked | |
| jeep. Loud music blasts from their stereo. The two | |
| young men are BRETT and EVAN. They wear bright colored jackets | |
| and have their hats backwards over their long hair. Wraparound | |
| shades adorn Brett's face. Brett notices Gabe's Bronco | |
| crossing the intersection. He wildly honks the horn and does | |
| a radical U-turn. | |
| BRETT | |
| Gabe! Hey, man! Gabe! It's | |
| Gabe! | |
| EVAN | |
| How yo doin', Gabe! | |
| Gabe wheels a bit closer. They drive side by side. | |
| GABE | |
| Hey, Brett. Hey, Evan. | |
| EVAN | |
| Where ya been, man? | |
| GABE | |
| Working in Denver. | |
| BRETT | |
| Work! Don't say that word, man. | |
| EVAN | |
| Man, I hate work even when | |
| somebody else does it! | |
| BRETT | |
| Hey, Gabe, we're flyin' off the | |
| Tower today. C'mon with us. | |
| EVAN | |
| C'mon, man--it's perfect weather | |
| for a monster, full-fledged | |
| gutrush! | |
| GABE | |
| No, you guys are too good. | |
| BRETT | |
| You heard it here, folks! | |
| EVAN | |
| I heard! Hey, later, Gabe. | |
| The two boys spin off and Gabe slowly moves on in the opposite | |
| direction. | |
| EXT. JESSIE'S CABIN - MORNING | |
| It is a rustic, modest home built mostly of local lumber and | |
| stone. In the corral we see Jessie forking hay over the fence | |
| to her three horses. | |
| The wind is picking up as Gabe steps into view. Thoroughly | |
| engrossed in her work, she fails to notice Gabe's arrival. She | |
| turns and is momentarily taken aback by the sight of Gabe. She | |
| collects herself. | |
| They lock expressions for an uncomfortable moment, then Jessie | |
| throws one last wedge of hay. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (low) | |
| Hello, Gabriel. | |
| GABE | |
| (softly) | |
| When you call me Gabriel, I know | |
| I've got trouble. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Where've you been? | |
| GABE | |
| Working...I'm trying to figure | |
| out where to start. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Maybe I can help. Let's see... | |
| if one night I got up and packed | |
| up all my things and drove away | |
| without leaving so much as a | |
| note, and stayed away for months, | |
| I think what I'd want to do is | |
| come up with a well thought-out | |
| reason. | |
| GABE | |
| After the funeral I just had to | |
| leave. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Had to leave? Believe me, we all | |
| wanted to leave...but you know | |
| what? We stayed. | |
| GABE | |
| A lot of things fell apart up | |
| there. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I know... | |
| GABE | |
| I don't think you do. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Why can't you believe that you | |
| did everything you could? | |
| GABE | |
| Did I? I don't know. Maybe I | |
| shouldn't have gone out on that | |
| line. Maybe I panicked. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I was there, you were the only | |
| one who didn't panic. So do | |
| everyone a favor, don't hog all | |
| the guilt. You held on as long | |
| as you could. Yes, everything | |
| did go wrong, starting with Hal. | |
| I mean, what was he doing up on | |
| the Tower with a girl who could | |
| barely climb? | |
| GABE | |
| I can't blame anything on Hal. | |
| It was me. I play it back in my | |
| mind everyday. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Then turn it off, Gabe, because | |
| it doesn't get any better. | |
| GABE | |
| I don't expect you to understand. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I don't understand? | |
| GABE | |
| You couldn't. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (mounting anger) | |
| You're saying, I don't | |
| understand? I'm the only one who | |
| does understand. I'm the one you | |
| lived with for two years, I'm the | |
| one you made promises to, I'm the | |
| one who spent too many nights | |
| looking up at these rocks and | |
| wondering if you were ever going | |
| to make it down in once piece or | |
| ever at all. Believe me, there's | |
| been times I didn't know what I | |
| wanted to do more, love you or | |
| hate you. But the one thing in | |
| our relationship that I did know | |
| and still do know is that I | |
| understand you. | |
| GABE | |
| Why are you yelling? | |
| JESSIE | |
| Excuse me? | |
| GABE | |
| Why are you yelling? | |
| JESSIE | |
| (confused) | |
| Did I miss something? | |
| GABE | |
| Y'know, yelling at this altitude | |
| can lead to hyperventilation and | |
| fainting-- | |
| JESSIE | |
| I'm not going to faint, but if I | |
| want to faint, I'll faint, okay? | |
| GABE | |
| Okay, but if you do I'll have to | |
| perform resuscitation-- | |
| JESSIE | |
| Resuscitation? | |
| GABE | |
| --mouth-to-mouth, which could | |
| maybe... | |
| JESSIE | |
| Which could maybe what? | |
| GABE | |
| Maybe lead to a flare up... | |
| JESSIE | |
| A flare up... | |
| GABE | |
| Flare up of old emotions... | |
| JESSIE | |
| Listen to you... | |
| (melting) | |
| The old "mouth-to-mouth" | |
| resuscitation routine, huh? | |
| GABE | |
| From one professional to another, | |
| of course. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Course maybe you don't have to | |
| wait until I faint. | |
| GABE | |
| (charmingly) | |
| No, I think I will, it's safer. | |
| I have patience. | |
| Jessie moves forward. A light rain has begun to fall. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe, did you come back to stay? | |
| (pause) | |
| You didn't. | |
| GABE | |
| I can't. Not here. | |
| (beat) | |
| If you want, I'd like you to come | |
| with me...somewhere else. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Where? | |
| GABE | |
| It doesn't matter, anywhere but | |
| here. | |
| JESSIE | |
| You come back after being gone | |
| almost a year, and you expect me | |
| to just leave... | |
| (beat) | |
| This was our home, now it's my | |
| home. I can't leave. You can | |
| stay with me, and believe me, I | |
| want you to, but to just take off | |
| for the wrong reasons, I can't do | |
| it. And you shouldn't either. | |
| GABE | |
| Like I said, I can't turn it off. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (softly) | |
| And I can't leave. | |
| GABE | |
| If it's alright, I'm gonna pick | |
| up the rest of my gear. | |
| JESSIE | |
| You know where everything is... | |
| (looks at her watch) | |
| I'm late for my shift. | |
| GABE | |
| Jess--you look good. | |
| Jessie nods a thank you and despondently moves away. Gabe | |
| heads inside as Jessie drives away. | |
| EXT. CLOUDS - MORNING | |
| A spectacular sight: Great rolling thunderclouds backlit by | |
| the early morning sun. | |
| The sound of an engine--then a plane appears through the cloud: | |
| The Treasury Jet. | |
| The DC-9 cruises over mountainous, remote terrain. | |
| INT. JET - CLOSE ON TRAVERS | |
| who looks tense--we MOVE AROUND the cabin and find two more | |
| relaxed TREASURY AGENTS dozing on the opposite side of the | |
| plane. The interior of the plane is rather spartan and cold. | |
| Matheson is edgy. An AGENT offers condescending reassurance. | |
| AGENT | |
| Travers says you're being | |
| transferred. | |
| MATHESON | |
| Yeah, moving up in the world. | |
| Matheson turns back to his window. | |
| Another jet's shadow moves sleekly past the window, momentarily | |
| blocking out the sun. | |
| MATHESON reacts to this and shifts his look upward to-- | |
| WINDOW POV - THE PLANE | |
| is flying a parallel course to the Treasury jet, and is just | |
| one hundred yards away. | |
| INSIDE THE PLANE | |
| Matheson stands. Travers has noticed the plane by now too, and | |
| gets out of his seat as the other agents react. | |
| MATHESON | |
| That plane is tracking us. | |
| AGENT | |
| Travers? | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (to other agents) | |
| Stay put. Don't anybody jump to | |
| conclusions. | |
| Travers moves into | |
| THE COCKPIT | |
| where the pilot seems nervous but, oddly, not frightened. | |
| PILOT | |
| He's coming in too slow. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (cool) | |
| No, we're going too fast, and | |
| we're too high up. Give me 180 | |
| knots and drop to fifteen | |
| thousand feet. | |
| THE CABIN | |
| Matheson is out of his seat. | |
| MATHESON | |
| (to agent) | |
| Christ! We're losing altitude | |
| and slowing down! If you have | |
| automatic weapons, get them! | |
| Travers steps out. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| What are you doing? I have | |
| jurisdiction on this jet! | |
| Matheson goes to his briefcase and flips it open. It contains | |
| a full auto uzi. He pulls it from its clasps. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| What the hell are you doing-- | |
| MATHESON | |
| Now I have jurisdiction! | |
| (to agents) | |
| I said get your weapons. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| These are highly trained agents | |
| overreacting without just cause. | |
| Travers puts his hands out and walks forward, slowly, backing | |
| Matheson into the cabin. Not in surrender, but as if he's | |
| calming a nutcase. The other agents see this and don't know | |
| which way to jump. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Calm down...give the gun to me. | |
| You're out of control, son. | |
| MATHESON | |
| (to other agents) | |
| What the hell are you waiting | |
| for, goddammit! Don't you see | |
| what he's doing! He's hijacking | |
| the shipment! | |
| The other two agents get behind Matheson and rapidly disarm | |
| him. Travers pulls out his gun and FIRES it three times, one | |
| for each agent's chest. The agents are cut down, realizing too | |
| late what's happened. Two shots knock Matheson over a seat. | |
| The co-pilot begins to step out when he is shot by the pilot | |
| with a silencer. | |
| Travers puts on a radio headset as he goes to a window. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (to mouthpiece) | |
| Move into position! | |
| EXT. TREASURY JET/QUALEN'S JET STAR - FLYING | |
| Qualen's jet star is now flying a hundred and fifty feet | |
| directly behind and slightly below the Treasury jet. The door | |
| of Qualen's jet is open. | |
| INT. TREASURY JET - REAR SECTION | |
| Travers has slipped into a protective windsuit. He clips | |
| himself to a safety wire, flips on an oxygen mask and almost | |
| simultaneously pulls the lever that releases the bolts on the | |
| tail cone, leaving a 6' by 3' hole. | |
| A huge vacuum is created by the hole and loose debris such as | |
| papers and bits of clothing are sucked out of the jet. | |
| Travers pulls aside a tarp revealing a winch. | |
| INT. QUALEN'S JET STAR - FRONT SECTION - DAY | |
| Qualen steps into view. His presence is threatening. He is | |
| wearing a headset radio, goggles, oxygen mask and a cold | |
| weather jumpsuit. (The entire gang on board the jet are | |
| dressed in this fashion.) He is wired to a safety line in the | |
| jet. | |
| Qualen is as deadly as advertised. 230 MPH winds are tearing | |
| at him through the open door, but he is unfazed and | |
| unfrightened. Next to him are Ryan and Kynette. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| at the open tail cone. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (into radio) | |
| More...more...keep proceeding... | |
| THE TWO PLANES | |
| Travers' jet lowers the cable with a lead weighted grappling | |
| hook into the Jet Star. It looks like an Air Force midair | |
| refueling--difficult and dangerous. After about a hundred and | |
| fifty feet of line is lowered | |
| QUALEN | |
| clips it to a ring at the top of the opening. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (into radio) | |
| Locked on. Move into transfer | |
| position. | |
| INSIDE QUALEN'S PLANE | |
| The pilot, KRISTEL, is a woman. Her skill, like her hard | |
| beauty, can be measured in a glance. She's a lot calmer than | |
| her counterpart in the Treasury plane. Beside her is a co- | |
| pilot. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (to co-pilot) | |
| Check. Moving into transfer | |
| position. | |
| ON THE TWO PLANES | |
| Qualen's jet lowers itself, until it's 150 feet below the | |
| Treasury jet. | |
| TREASURY JET CABIN | |
| Travers, unclipped from his safety line, cautiously goes to the | |
| cockpit and picks up his portable monitor. The pilot, nervous, | |
| struggles with the controls. | |
| PILOT | |
| (shouting) | |
| We're right on the edge of the | |
| storm! This isn't going to work! | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (loud) | |
| Don't lose your nerve! All | |
| they'll find is a plane that went | |
| down in a storm... | |
| Travers checks the monitor which electrically comes alive. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (gestures to bodies) | |
| ...and enough pulverized bone for | |
| six men heroically killed in the | |
| line of duty. | |
| INSIDE QUALEN'S JET | |
| We can now see five other passengers. All are fit and armed: | |
| HELDON and DELMAR and RAY are seated, while KYNETTE and RYAN, | |
| ready to help with the transfer, are on the opposite side of | |
| the door from a very impatient Qualen. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (into radio) | |
| Travers! Hurry it up. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (into radio) | |
| On my way. The cases are hooked | |
| up and ready. | |
| IN TREASURY COCKPIT | |
| Travers steps back into the cockpit and flips a toggle switch | |
| over an LED. | |
| THE LED | |
| starts counting down from 2:00 -- 1:59 -- 1:58... | |
| Even in the last minute, the storm's gotten worse. The plane | |
| is flying right into the blackest center of it. The pilot | |
| looks more panicked than ever. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| That charge is going to blow in | |
| two minutes. Stick to the plan | |
| and you're rich. | |
| BACK IN THE CABIN | |
| Travers heads back into the cabin and hooks his harness to the | |
| cable between the planes. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (into headset) | |
| Dip the plane. I'm coming over. | |
| THE JETS - LONG SHOT | |
| Qualen's jet dips down so there's a sharp incline. The cable | |
| is slightly bowed from the wind's force. Travers starts the | |
| slide down, his body almost blown parallel to the ground. In | |
| seconds he is across and into | |
| QUALEN'S JET | |
| where he's pulled in and unclipped by Qualen. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (shouting over the | |
| wind) | |
| Why didn't you send the money | |
| over? | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (shouting too) | |
| Somehow I didn't think you'd wait | |
| for me if I'd sent it first. | |
| Qualen smiles in reply. No. Maybe he wouldn't | |
| QUALEN'S COCKPIT | |
| Kristel is struggling to keep the jet on course. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (yells) | |
| I can't hold this course much | |
| longer! | |
| Qualen at the door. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (to Travers) | |
| What's the delay? | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (into headset) | |
| Let's move your ass in there!! | |
| INT. THE TREASURY PLANE COCKPIT | |
| The pilot locks the controls and stepping over the bodies, | |
| rushes back to the rear of the jet. | |
| MATHESON's eyes open -- he's not dead yet. | |
| IN THE CABIN | |
| The pilot has just placed his harness on and is about to push | |
| the cases out when behind him, Matheson shakily crawls forward | |
| and riddles the pilot with auto fire. As the pilot falls | |
| forward, he hits the lever that releases the cases. | |
| THE PILOT | |
| drops out of the plane, flailing. If he is screaming, we can't | |
| hear it over the HOWLING of the storm. | |
| IN QUALEN'S JET | |
| Qualen and Travers are watching the whole plan unravel. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (shouting to cockpit) | |
| What the hell! Get underneath | |
| the jet! The cases will slide | |
| over! | |
| THE JETS - LONG SHOT | |
| Qualen's jet sharply dips down and the cases start to slide | |
| over, but at the same time... | |
| INSIDE THE TREASURY JET | |
| Matheson, dying, crawls to the opening and FIRES a full clip | |
| from his automatic at Qualen's jet, and | |
| THE LED | |
| counts down -- 0:02 -- 0:01 -- 0:00 -- and | |
| THE TREASURY JET - THE BOMB EXPLODES | |
| As the charge DETONATES, it sends a fireball blast back from | |
| the cockpit all the way through the fuselage and out the rear. | |
| THE JETS - LONG SHOT | |
| The Treasury jet plummets, leveling the angle between the | |
| planes. The cases dangle precariously on the wire. | |
| INSIDE QUALEN'S JET | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (shouting) | |
| Lower! Get underneath it! | |
| Lower! | |
| INSIDE QUALEN'S COCKPIT - KRISTEL | |
| isn't quite panicked--yet. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| It's dragging us down! | |
| Disconnect the cable! | |
| Heldon and Ryan try to do just that, but the cable is taut. | |
| There's no way to loose the clip on the door. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Get rid of the plastique! | |
| Heldon rushes to the rear of the plane to grab a bag as... | |
| BOTH JETS | |
| dive down faster at an ever steeper angle, over the edge of the | |
| Colorado Mountain Range. | |
| INSIDE QUALEN'S JET STAR | |
| Ryan and Kynette struggle to release the cable. | |
| RYAN | |
| It's too tight! | |
| Qualen pulls out a pistol and fires several shots into the | |
| cable, snapping it. | |
| BOTH JETS - LONG SHOT | |
| The Treasury jet drops as Qualen's jet, trailing the cable and | |
| the money, sharply shoots upward. | |
| THE TREASURY JET | |
| explodes in mid-air. | |
| INT. QUALEN'S PLANE - THE COCKPIT - KRISTEL | |
| The jet is in serious trouble. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| We're not leveling out! | |
| CABIN - QUALEN , DELMAR AND TRAVERS | |
| QUALEN | |
| (into headset) | |
| What's the matter? | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (O.S.) | |
| I don't know! | |
| QUALEN | |
| C'mon, pull! | |
| The men struggle to reel in the cable, because, | |
| CLOSE ON THE CABLE | |
| The money cases are still, barely, holding on, the cuffs caught | |
| on the broken clip at the end. | |
| QUALEN, DELMAR AND TRAVERS | |
| aren't even bothering with the electric winch, they're dragging | |
| it in hand over hand, but | |
| IN THE CABIN | |
| The cases, torn by the wind, work their way loose one at a time | |
| and drop -- one -- two -- three -- into the snowy mountains | |
| below! | |
| CLOSE ON THE CABLE | |
| Ryan clamps the door shut as Qualen angrily lashes at Travers. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Foolproof plan?! You dumb | |
| bastard! Kristel, what's the | |
| report?! | |
| He moves off. | |
| THE COCKPIT - KRISTEL | |
| tries to bring the plane up, but can't. The pressure gauge | |
| needles are dropping fast. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| The hydraulics are not | |
| functioning! He shot up the | |
| hydraulics! I can't retain | |
| altitude! We're going down-- | |
| QUALEN | |
| Crash positions! | |
| Everyone rapidly takes to a seat and starts to buckle up. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (to Travers) | |
| Don't buckle up. You may not | |
| want to survive this. | |
| EXT. THE PLANE | |
| breaks through the clouds, revealing the mountainous landscape | |
| and a hard snowfall. | |
| It is going down--it heads for a tree-lined plateau above the | |
| snow line--the plane hits the ground level-- | |
| IN QUALEN'S COCKPIT | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (to co-pilot) | |
| There's an opening! | |
| THE PLATEAU - LONG SHOT | |
| The problem is, the ground itself isn't level. It tilts down | |
| towards another edge five hundred yards distant. If the plane | |
| keeps skidding, it'll go over the edge. | |
| The plane sleds down at an angle, skipping over rocks, through | |
| trees, tearing off a wing-- | |
| INSIDE THE CABIN | |
| The men are jolted around. Windows IMPLODE. | |
| THE PLANE | |
| rips downhill through a wooded area like a runaway train. | |
| The second wing is sheared off by trees. | |
| COCKPIT POV - THE OPPOSITE EDGE | |
| A fallen tree stump is coming up fast, it rips through the | |
| windscreen, narrowly missing Kristel and ripping the co-pilot's | |
| head completely off. | |
| THE PLANE | |
| continues to slide, three quarters of the fuselage intact. It | |
| finally comes to rest. | |
| WIDER VIEW - THE PLANE | |
| or what's left of it has stopped several feet short of the | |
| edge. | |
| EXT. SPUR - DAY | |
| Brett and Evan are preparing to jump. Evan is wearing a | |
| walkman blasting music. A heavy snow is falling. | |
| BRETT | |
| (speaking loudly, over | |
| the wind) | |
| Did you catch that thunder? | |
| EVAN | |
| (pulls off his | |
| headphones) | |
| No way, death-breath, that was | |
| too intense for thunder. C'mon | |
| let's rock an' roll. | |
| The two boys leap. | |
| We pull back to reveal they are plunging, arms flailing down a | |
| huge chasm. The rock wall behind them speeds past, Karwhoosh! | |
| Their back-packs burst open, parachutes stream out. Hollering | |
| with delight, they're riding the updrafts like a rollercoaster. | |
| EXT. CRASH SITE - DAY | |
| The plane lies still. All is quiet except for the howling | |
| wind. A section of the rear passenger compartment is exposed | |
| in the snowstorm. | |
| INSIDE THE WRECKAGE | |
| The cockpit is nearly severed from the rest of the fuselage, | |
| the sides broken open. | |
| CLOSER - TRAVERS | |
| lies face down in the debris. He struggles to free himself | |
| from what appears to be the body of Ray. He pushes it off. | |
| Breathing heavily, Travers is about to rise when a gun is | |
| placed against his neck. | |
| WIDER - QUALEN | |
| in front of Travers, holding the gun. Qualen is bruised and | |
| gashed on the forehead. He's about to blow Travers' head off. | |
| QUALEN | |
| You thought about everything | |
| except what's happening now. | |
| HELDON | |
| Kill the fucker, his fucking plan | |
| almost killed us! | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Kill me? Christ we're partners | |
| in this! | |
| QUALEN | |
| Were. Give me the tracking | |
| monitor! | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Why? What are you going to do?! | |
| QUALEN | |
| The monitor! I never ask twice. | |
| Travers pulls off the monitor that was slung around his neck. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Take it. There's only about | |
| fifty thousand code variations. | |
| That's right, fifty thousand. | |
| Delmar moves up to Qualen. | |
| DELMAR | |
| I'll break your fucking neck! | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Go ahead, break my fucking neck. | |
| But you're going to need the | |
| money to buy your way out of the | |
| country, because we sure as hell | |
| can't stay in the States anymore. | |
| (to Qualen) | |
| You know it and I know it. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| I say, fuck the money. Getting | |
| off this mountain is all I want | |
| to know about. The money's gone. | |
| Kill the rat bastard and let's | |
| move. | |
| QUALEN | |
| No, we haven't come this far to | |
| lose everything--and Travers is | |
| right, we'll need the cash. | |
| HELDON | |
| How're we gonna get off this | |
| mountain even if we find it? | |
| QUALEN | |
| (moves off) | |
| No problem--Kristel... | |
| INT. RANGER STATION | |
| Rain is pounding against the windows. Hal is watching a | |
| football game on a small portable television. He is whittling | |
| away at a piece of wood with a shiny folding knife used by most | |
| climbers. FRANK is standing behind a large 3' by 4' piece of | |
| glass upon which he is painting a bizarre abstract creation. | |
| Frank is approximately sixty years old, but still possesses the | |
| wiry, but partly stiff body of a former rodeo rider who's taken | |
| a hundred falls too many. | |
| Jessie enters looking rather despondent. She goes to the | |
| coffee pot. | |
| FRANK | |
| Oh yes, that's it right here. I | |
| believe 'ol Frank nailed it with | |
| that stroke. Hal c'mere. | |
| Still whittling, Hal drifts over, and observes the painting. | |
| HAL | |
| Hey, Jessie, you're just in time | |
| for another masterpiece. | |
| FRANK | |
| So, what do you see? | |
| HAL | |
| Surprise me. | |
| FRANK | |
| What usually eats a banana? | |
| HAL | |
| (at a loss) | |
| A monkey? | |
| FRANK | |
| So...what are you, blind, son? | |
| This is a banana eating a monkey, | |
| nature in reverse. | |
| HAL | |
| Y'know, Jessie, doesn't Frank | |
| look like a normal guy--but he's | |
| not, | |
| (laughs) | |
| are you Frank? | |
| Suddenly, the scanner radio barks to life. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (O.S., panicky) | |
| Somebody help...please...is there | |
| somebody there...we need help... | |
| Hal runs to the radio and keys the mic. | |
| HAL | |
| Rocky Mountain Rescue, come in! | |
| INT. COCKPIT | |
| Kristel is sitting on the floor of the cockpit. She's ripped | |
| the guts out of the plane's radios and avionics to jury-rig a | |
| system of wires, transistors and dials. Qualen and Travers | |
| watch. Qualen can't suppress a grin as he observes Kristel's | |
| "distraught performance." | |
| KRISTEL | |
| Please help, we're stranded. We | |
| were hiking and lost our | |
| bearings...we didn't expect this | |
| weather to come in so fast. | |
| INT. RANGER STATION | |
| Hal starts to jot down the information. Jessie stands behind | |
| him. | |
| HAL | |
| (into radio) | |
| Acknowledge. How many are there? | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (O.S., panicked) | |
| Seven people. I don't know our | |
| position, the only visual bearing | |
| is a cylinder rock formation. | |
| Over. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Got to be Comb Bluff. | |
| HAL | |
| (keys mic) | |
| Acknowledge. Winds are too | |
| strong to get a chopper up there, | |
| Are you near any natural shelter? | |
| Over. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (O.S., panicked) | |
| No, nothing and Billy is going | |
| into shock we need | |
| insulin...please hurry, please... | |
| Dead silence. | |
| HAL | |
| Mayday! Come in, Mayday! Damn, | |
| lost contact. | |
| INT. COCKPIT | |
| Kristel disconnects a couple of wires from the battery. | |
| Travers watches as Qualen leans down and kisses her. | |
| QUALEN | |
| We need insulin-- | |
| (to Travers) | |
| Would you have thought of that? | |
| Travers tenses. | |
| INT RANGER STATION | |
| Hal folds up his knife and jams it into a non-detectable sheath | |
| on the side of his boot, then starts pulling out his climbing | |
| gear. | |
| HAL | |
| (to Jessie) | |
| You and Frank get the tents, | |
| thermal clothing, and medical | |
| supplies together. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Who's going with you? | |
| HAL | |
| You're looking at him. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Where's the rest of the team? | |
| HAL | |
| Bob and Rick are in Denver. I | |
| gotta get up there as fast as | |
| possible. Frank, get me a load | |
| of flares. | |
| Jessie turns and exits. | |
| EXT. JESSIE'S CABIN - DAY | |
| Jessie's truck roars into the shot. It is pouring rain. Gabe | |
| is just putting his belongings in the rear of the Bronco. He | |
| flips up the tailgate. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Thank God you didn't leave. We | |
| just got a Mayday. Seven | |
| climbers stranded off Comb Bluff. | |
| The weather's pouring in fast and | |
| Hal's gone up alone. | |
| GABE | |
| Hal knows what he's doing. | |
| Gabe heads back inside and Jessie follows. | |
| INT. CABIN | |
| Gabe gathers the last of his belongings. | |
| JESSIE | |
| If he gets up there and the | |
| weather gets as bad as it can, | |
| they'll never make it down. He | |
| needs someone who has emergency | |
| medical training and knows every | |
| handhold on these peaks. | |
| GABE | |
| He doesn't want my help. | |
| JESSIE | |
| That's not the issue here, those | |
| people are. He can't do it | |
| alone. | |
| GABE | |
| He can handle it. | |
| JESSIE | |
| What if he can't? | |
| GABE | |
| I haven't climbed in months--you | |
| lose the feel. | |
| JESSIE | |
| You mean the nerve. | |
| Gabe is wounded by the remark. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I know you don't want to be | |
| responsible for anybody's life | |
| anymore, but walk away and you | |
| are responsible. Please Gabe, he | |
| went up the west ridge. If you | |
| go up the south face, you can | |
| catch him, no problem-- | |
| GABE | |
| Can't do it. | |
| He carries the last box out the door. | |
| EXT. CABIN | |
| Gabe gets into the Bronco. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Can't do it? I don't believe | |
| this. Don't you feel anything? | |
| GABE | |
| I only came back for you. | |
| Gabe stares at her for a moment, then turns and drives away. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Go on! Leave. Go wherever you | |
| want. But you're going to | |
| be stuck on that ledge for the | |
| rest of your life. | |
| CUT TO: GABE DRIVING | |
| It is pouring rain as Gabe guides his bronco down the winding | |
| mountain road. The bronco pulls over. | |
| INT. BRONCO - DAY | |
| Gabe stares straight ahead at the rain that beats down on the | |
| windshield. The wipers going back and forth become like a | |
| monotonous heartbeat. Indecision fills his yes. He puts his | |
| head down on the steering wheel and WE CUT. | |
| INT. WRIGHT'S OFFICE - DAY | |
| Wright's pacing around, trying to figure out what in his office | |
| he should break first. Davis shows up at the door. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| (furious) | |
| Okay, what's the report? Where | |
| the hell is that plane? | |
| DAVIS | |
| (walking to a map) | |
| There's no radio contact at all | |
| sir, and we're not receiving the | |
| tracer signal from the cockpit's | |
| flight recorder. | |
| He points to a huge part of Colorado. Hundreds of square | |
| miles. | |
| DAVIS | |
| We have to assume it went down in | |
| the storm. That storm front is | |
| still building. Even if we could | |
| get a search plane up now, it'd | |
| be impossible to see anything on | |
| the ground. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| What about the roads? | |
| DAVIS | |
| Most of this area doesn't even | |
| have roads. | |
| A secretary enters. | |
| SECRETARY | |
| Mr. Wright, there's two FBI | |
| agents that demand to see you. | |
| TWO MATURE AGENTS enter in a highly agitated state. | |
| AGENT #1 | |
| Mr. Wright, I'm Agent Hayes and | |
| this is Agent Michaels. We're | |
| here about the jet disappearance. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Look, if you're just concerned | |
| about your agent who was along | |
| for the ride-- | |
| AGENT HAYES | |
| Matheson wasn't along for the | |
| ride, he was working | |
| surveillance. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Surveillance? For what? | |
| AGENT HAYES | |
| The Bureau had been receiving | |
| sketchy reports about Treasury | |
| flight patterns being monitored | |
| from Denver to San Francisco. It | |
| was thought best not to alert | |
| anyone in your department in case | |
| there was the possibility of it | |
| being an inside job. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| That's impossible. You suggest | |
| a hijacking? Impossible. Not | |
| only did I have my best men on | |
| that flight, each one of those | |
| cases are monitored, and the | |
| money is in unexchangeable | |
| denominations. It would be | |
| useless for anyone to steal. | |
| AGENTS MICHAELS | |
| (presents a folder) | |
| Not for this man. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Who the hell is this? | |
| AGENT MICHAELS | |
| Eric Qualen. He's the one we've | |
| been tracking without much | |
| success. He's a former member of | |
| military intelligence who found | |
| it more profitable going to the | |
| other side. Industrial | |
| espionage, diamond hijacking from | |
| South Africa, theft and disposal | |
| of millions in negotiable bearer | |
| bonds, you name it. He's got the | |
| international connections to move | |
| this currency, and one hundred | |
| million offers one hell of a | |
| temptation to this psychotic. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Jesus Christ, this can't be | |
| happening. | |
| AGENT HAYES | |
| I know. Unfortunately it is, and | |
| what we need is a complete | |
| profile on all the men aboard | |
| that jet, backgrounds both | |
| business and personal. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| (to Davis) | |
| Arrange it. | |
| EXT. SOUTH WALL - DAY | |
| The sheer wall that is leaning actually outward is a terrifying | |
| sight. We see a mere spec moving cautiously upward--it is | |
| Gabe. | |
| CUT TO - C.U. GABE | |
| straining to maintain his balance in the driving wind and snow. | |
| GABE | |
| (echoes Jessie's words) | |
| And if you go up the south wall, | |
| you can catch him, no problem, | |
| yeah. | |
| Gabe has a moment of indecision, almost a look of mounting fear | |
| in his eyes. | |
| Gabe starts to ascend and pauses to look straight up the rock | |
| face, then straight down. As the wind tears at his face, his | |
| eyes reflect in momentary panic. | |
| FLASH BACK: | |
| Black and white grainy dreamlike effect as Sarah falls. She | |
| strobes down the canyon floor, her eyes and amplified voice | |
| shrieking in fear. | |
| BACK TO SCENE: | |
| Shaken, Gabe starts to descend, then pauses and looks up the | |
| sheer face... | |
| He pulls out his bolt gun and fires into the wall. Hooking up, | |
| he proceeds upward. | |
| GABE | |
| Keep going, keep going... | |
| EXT. MOUNTAIN WALL - DAY - HIGH ANGLE ON HAL | |
| Who's now a good way up the wall, at least a thousand feet off | |
| the ground. Wind and snow make the climbing hard. This part | |
| of the wall is sheer, slightly overhung and slick. His only | |
| foothold is about a half-inch of ledge. A larger ledge is | |
| above him, tantalizingly just out of reach. | |
| He gropes up, stretching, trying to get that extra half-inch | |
| reach...he gets it. | |
| THE TOP OF THE LEDGE | |
| Suddenly a hand seizes Hal's. Surprised, Hal starts to slip | |
| back. Gabe pulls him the rest of the way up. Panting from | |
| this last effort, he leans against the wall next to Gabe. | |
| HAL | |
| What the hell are you doing | |
| here?! | |
| GABE | |
| I was with Jessie, she filled me | |
| in. | |
| HAL | |
| Now let me fill you in. You can | |
| get your ass back down an' go | |
| back to that hole you been hiding | |
| in-- | |
| GABE | |
| When we get this group down, I'm | |
| gone. | |
| HAL | |
| You're gone now! I don't climb | |
| with people I can't trust. Why'd | |
| you come up, to prove something? | |
| GABE | |
| I'm here for the same reason you | |
| are, so let's do it. | |
| HAL | |
| Can't pass up another chance to | |
| play hero, can you. | |
| GABE | |
| Look, I know-- | |
| HAL | |
| You don't know anything. You did | |
| it your way and she died. | |
| GABE | |
| I did what I thought was right. | |
| HAL | |
| Well you were wrong! It was your | |
| weight on the line that did it-- | |
| GABE | |
| There wasn't time for anything | |
| else. | |
| HAL | |
| We'll never know, will we? | |
| GABE | |
| Look, it was a bad time for | |
| everybody. | |
| HAL | |
| (explodes) | |
| What the hell do you know about | |
| bad time. You didn't love her, | |
| you didn't have to explain to her | |
| family. | |
| GABE | |
| And you weren't looking into her | |
| eyes when she fell. Now drop it! | |
| Hal suddenly catches Gabe off-guard by the front of the jacket. | |
| Gabe is precariously balanced on the edge, his life totally in | |
| Hal's hands. | |
| HAL | |
| No, buddy, it was you who dropped | |
| it! | |
| GABE | |
| If you want, do it. I don't | |
| care. | |
| Gabe and Hal lock stares for a long moment. Hal pulls him back | |
| in. | |
| HAL | |
| (a threat) | |
| When it's over, you and me... | |
| Hal gives him a withering stare and moves away. | |
| EXT. COMB BLUFF - BINOCULAR POV - DAY | |
| Gabe and Hal are now visible two thirds of the way up. | |
| EXT. PRECIPICE EDGE - DAY | |
| From the top of the bluff, someone is looking down through | |
| binoculars. Gabe and Hal are a few hundred yards below. Ryan | |
| lowers the binoculars and keys a headset radio. The wind is | |
| blowing snow on his face. | |
| RYAN | |
| They're here | |
| INSIDE THE PLANE | |
| Qualen is wearing another headset. He disentangles himself | |
| from Kristel. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (to others) | |
| The guests are here. | |
| THE MOUNTAIN'S EDGE | |
| Hal follows Gabe up. From here, the rest of the range looms | |
| large. The storm raging above makes this a spectacular sight. | |
| Gabe sees the trees torn from the ground by the plane crash. | |
| RYAN | |
| About time... | |
| Gabe and Hal turn around only to find themselves staring at | |
| Ryan's ominous expression and poised weapon. | |
| RYAN | |
| ...Walk. | |
| INT. FUSELAGE | |
| Hal and Gabe are hustled inside the plane. Driving snow blows | |
| through the wreckage. Kynette quickly confiscates Gabe's bolt | |
| gun and ice axe. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Where's the helicopter? | |
| HAL | |
| What the hell's going on? | |
| Qualen motions to Delmar who viciously backhands Hal. | |
| QUALEN | |
| That was the first and last | |
| question-- now only answers. | |
| Where's the chopper? | |
| GABE | |
| It can't fly in this weather. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (to Travers) | |
| This is where your background in | |
| police work comes in handy--ask | |
| the questions, Travers. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Don't use my name! | |
| QUALEN | |
| (hard) | |
| Ask the questions. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| You're both with the mountain | |
| rescue team? | |
| HAL | |
| Yeah... | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Anyone else following? | |
| Hal shakes his head "no." | |
| TRAVERS | |
| What's your names? | |
| HAL | |
| (Hal looks at Gabe, who | |
| nods) | |
| Tucker and Walker. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Tucker and Walker, we've lost | |
| three bags. | |
| QUALEN | |
| You know how the airlines are. | |
| GABE | |
| Bags? | |
| QUALEN | |
| Suits, underwear, 100 million | |
| dollars...the usual stuff. | |
| Travers was smart enough to bring | |
| along a tracking device. Step | |
| into my office. | |
| Gabe and Hal stand there defiantly. | |
| Delmar grabs Hal and heaves him forward. | |
| DELMAR | |
| (to Gabe) | |
| You too. | |
| INT. COCKPIT - DAY | |
| Tight on a map spread out on the plane's wrecked instrument | |
| panel. | |
| We see Travers keying a set-up of numbers into his portable | |
| monitor. The monitor lights up with a pattern of frequency | |
| beacons. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Where's the third one, Travers? | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (to Gabe) | |
| There, what's that place? | |
| Gabe looks at the monitor, then the map, and he glances at Hal. | |
| GABE | |
| Looks like the Tower. It's a bad | |
| climb. | |
| QUALEN | |
| A bad climb, no, just another | |
| challenge. What's life without | |
| 'em, right, Agent Travers. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Get off my back, Qualen! | |
| QUALEN | |
| (smoothly) | |
| I haven't even got on it yet. | |
| (to Gabe) | |
| Let's go, time to fetch. | |
| EXT. MOUNTAIN WALL - WIDE SHOT - DAY - HAL AND GABE | |
| have led the gang further up the wall, using pitons and | |
| carabiner clips to create a guide rope. It's still just a | |
| matter of climbing relatively easy ascending ledges. The | |
| howling wind continues to blow snow all around them. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (yells from behind) | |
| The faster you find the bags, the | |
| bigger you boys' finder's fee | |
| will be. | |
| HAL | |
| (to Gabe) | |
| Right, all the bullets we can | |
| eat. | |
| THE WALL | |
| The climbers have reached an easier section of the wall. The | |
| ledge is now two feet wide. Travers takes out the tracer | |
| monitor; it shows the first case is just above them. | |
| Travers and Gabe look up through the driving snow. | |
| Qualen has Hal's walkie-talkie in his hand. He monitors | |
| Jessie's message. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Hal, come in, please. | |
| Qualen turns off the radio. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Sounds cute. | |
| A CREST | |
| juts out of the wall a hundred plus feet above their position. | |
| As the rest of the wall above is completely sheer, the case | |
| must have landed on top of a ledge. But this isn't easily | |
| accessible. WE MOVE DOWN from the crest to see there are only | |
| the smallest of handholds and those are slick with ice, making | |
| climbing almost impossible. Tons of snow and ice are suspended | |
| precariously on top of the mountain. | |
| ON THE LEDGE | |
| Delmar holds his gun on Gabe, as Hal helps Gabe put on his | |
| crampons. | |
| HAL | |
| Watch yourself under that | |
| overhang. | |
| (Gabe eyes him) | |
| It could go anytime. | |
| Gabe eyes the ledge and gets his meaning. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Go on, fetch. | |
| GABE | |
| I need my bolt gun and an ice | |
| axe. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Don't give him anything. | |
| QUALEN | |
| We agree on something. And for | |
| insurance, take his coat. | |
| HAL | |
| He'll freeze. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Ryan, get a rope, I want the man | |
| on a leash, too. | |
| Gabe looks up, this is going to be tough, even for him. | |
| HAL | |
| Forget me. If you can, get away. | |
| GABE | |
| Would you? | |
| Hal looks at him for a beat, emotionally torn. | |
| Gabe moves away. | |
| HIGH ANGLE - GABE | |
| moves up the wall with some ease at first. There are small | |
| handholds, and decent footholds, but twenty feet up, there's | |
| nothing. To keep going, Gabe has to wedge his fingers into | |
| small cracks, supporting his weight only by several fingerholds | |
| at any given moment. | |
| ON THE LEDGE - TRAVERS AND QUALEN WITH RYAN | |
| who holds the rope fastened to Gabe's ankle. | |
| GABE ON THE WALL - CLOSE | |
| He's moving up a sheer face. He has hit a section that barely | |
| has any edges for him to insert his fingers. He pauses and | |
| removes his necklace. | |
| CUT TO - QUALEN AND HAL | |
| QUALEN | |
| What's he doing? | |
| HAL | |
| The best he can since you gave | |
| him nothing. | |
| CUT TO - GABE | |
| He takes the charm, which is really a miniature ice axe, and | |
| inserts it into a crack. Then wrapping the necklace around his | |
| gloved hand, he pulls himself up with one hand to a secure | |
| handhold. | |
| Gabe keeps this hold with one hand and slides the other up, | |
| hammering into a crack wedged with ice. Some of the ice chips | |
| whistle past and down. Finally, Gabe gropes one hand over the | |
| edge and pulls himself onto | |
| THE CREST. | |
| Exhausted, Gabe slumps prone across the top. He sees a case | |
| wedged in a crack. | |
| He goes to it. | |
| It's battered from the fall, but still holding together. Gabe | |
| manages to force open the trashed locks, he looks inside the | |
| case, and fingers a band of $1000's. | |
| GABE | |
| Jesus. | |
| ON THE LEDGE - TRAVERS AND QUALEN | |
| look up. They can see Gabe has made it, but they can't see him | |
| or the case. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| I don't trust him. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Kill him when he gets down. | |
| Hal overhears the last statement and bolts forward screaming up | |
| toward Gabe. | |
| HAL | |
| Don't come down, they're gonna | |
| kill you! Don't come down! | |
| Delmar rams Hal with his forearm against the back of Hal's | |
| neck, levelling him. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (shouting) | |
| Pull the rope! Pull it! | |
| ON THE CREST - GABE | |
| Gabe is painfully being jerked onto his side and pulled to the | |
| edge by the frayed rope that is still fastened around his | |
| ankle. | |
| ON THE LEDGE Travers and Qualen | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Pull, goddamn it!! | |
| Gabe frantically claws at the ground as he desperately tries to | |
| sever the rope. Nearly at the edge, he manages to brace one | |
| foot against a rock as he wildly slashes at the rope with his | |
| crampon. | |
| The rope being pulled by Ryan and Kynette suddenly snaps down | |
| on the men. | |
| ON THE CREST | |
| With the case, Gabe scrambles up the wall, towards the girder | |
| of ice, From Travers' and Qualen's point of view, Gabe can | |
| hardly be seen. Since the mountain bulges out as it goes up, | |
| Gabe's got a slight edge of cover. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (shouts to Heldon) | |
| Shoot! What the hell are you | |
| waiting for? | |
| Heldon runs along the lower edge, FIRING up at | |
| GABE | |
| who has to flatten against the upper ledge. Bullets howl past | |
| twenty per second, SPARKING against the lip of the rock. The | |
| bullets chisel away at the ice above him. Gabe looks ominously | |
| at the frozen overhang. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (holds a gun to Hal's | |
| head) | |
| Bring down the money or your | |
| friend's dead! | |
| TRAVERS | |
| We can't and he knows it. | |
| Frustrated, Qualen shoves Hal aside. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Get him!! | |
| HELDON | |
| Sees Gabe's cover is gone. Heldon's ledge is getting wider. | |
| Heldon moves out to the ledge and continues to fire into the | |
| ice. | |
| THE ICE AND SNOW | |
| emits a roar as it gives away, dropping an avalanche of White | |
| Death. | |
| GABE | |
| drops the case and hugs the wall. | |
| THE AVALANCHE - WIDE VIEW ON THE MOUNTAIN | |
| Only now can we see how much snow and ice has been penned up on | |
| the mountain top--tons of frozen fury sweeps down the | |
| mountainside. It SHATTERS the case against the wall easily | |
| sweeping a SCREAMING Heldon off the ledge. | |
| TRAVERS, QUALEN AND HAL | |
| are safe at their vantage, but stunned at the sight of the | |
| avalanche. Heldon's machine gun FIRES uselessly as he's | |
| swallowed in an explosion of white and a flurry of green as the | |
| bills scatter amid the snow. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| stares at thirty plus million dollars worth of snow settling | |
| far below. | |
| Qualen grabs Hal by the throat. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Your friend just had the most | |
| expensive funeral in history. | |
| Now it's all you... | |
| JESSIE | |
| (V.O. ) | |
| Come in, Rescue Unit, over. | |
| Rescue Unit, what's going on Hal? | |
| Qualen presses his gun to Hal's temple. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Talk. No tricks, no codes, no | |
| messages. You haven't found us. | |
| It was a fake call. | |
| HAL | |
| (keys it) | |
| Jessie, I reached the top of the | |
| Tower. So far, no sign of | |
| anyone. Looks like a phoney | |
| call. Over. | |
| INT. RANGER STATION | |
| Jessie looks at Frank. It is still pouring down rain. | |
| JESSIE | |
| You gotta be kidding me! Do you | |
| want me to fly up after you? | |
| Over. | |
| HAL | |
| (O.S.) | |
| Negative. The winds are too | |
| high. I'm going to ride out the | |
| storm here. I'll take shelter in | |
| the Douglas Exhibition Shaft. | |
| Over and out. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (pulls away the radio) | |
| Have her come up. | |
| HAL | |
| The down drafts would wipe her | |
| out. It's the only chopper. If | |
| it goes, you got no ride out. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Let's go to the next case. | |
| Delmar shoves Hal forward and the group moves out. | |
| THE UPPER CREST | |
| where Gabe was. Nothing is stirring. Then there is movement | |
| ten feet from where Gabe was hugging the wall. | |
| It's a crevice in the mountain, about two feet wide. A climber | |
| would call this a "chimney", and it's packed with ice and snow. | |
| It's also packed with | |
| GABE. | |
| His hand appears through the snow and he digs himself out, | |
| gasping and coughing. Coated with snow, he leans against the | |
| wall. Alive. | |
| RANGER STATION - DAY | |
| Jessie looks out as the rain splatters against the window. The | |
| station's windspeed gauge is flying around so fast it looks | |
| like it might take off. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (to Frank) | |
| He said the Tower, but he's on | |
| Comb Bluff? Frank, fly me to the | |
| west valley, the winds are never | |
| too bad there and it's only a | |
| half hour climb to the Douglas | |
| Shaft. | |
| FRANK | |
| I don't know. | |
| JESSIE | |
| If I don't meet up with them, you | |
| can come and pick me up by | |
| nightfall. | |
| FRANK | |
| Hal will have my head for this. | |
| Jessie starts for the door. | |
| JESSIE | |
| And it's such a handsome head. | |
| Please Frank, and I swear I'll | |
| buy one of your paintings. | |
| FRANK | |
| (follows) | |
| I admit, I can be bought. | |
| EXT. MOUNTAIN - WOODED AREA | |
| Travers, Qualen, Hal and gang are crossing a small river in the | |
| whipping snow. | |
| Hal checks the monitor. The next blip is above, almost | |
| straight up. Hal motions to the wooded area ahead. | |
| HAL | |
| On top of the peak. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (suspicious) | |
| It looks like a winding route. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Mr. Travers is not the athletic | |
| type, he needs something more | |
| direct. | |
| HAL | |
| The only faster way up is the | |
| East Face and it's smooth as | |
| glass. Maybe a dozen guys in the | |
| world could do it in good | |
| weather, only a psycho would try | |
| it in a storm. | |
| CLOSE SHOT - GABE'S FACE | |
| is torn with pain. He's making the toughest climb of his life, | |
| besides nearly being frozen to death in the snow storm. | |
| WE PULL BACK and REVEAL a WALL that is as wide as it is high, | |
| five thousand feet by five thousand feet, narrowing to a domed | |
| peak at the summit. Worse, it's checkered with ice. Visible | |
| on the massive wall is a small dot, moving two-thirds of the | |
| way up. | |
| Gabe holds himself steady with one hand, gets a foothold, and | |
| lunges in a 'dyno' movement to another set of handholds and | |
| swiftly continues on his way up. | |
| EXT. CHOPPER - DAY | |
| We see the chopper being buffeted by winds as it hovers over a | |
| flat area in the west valley. Jessie is being lowered by a | |
| winch. She reaches the ground and disconnects the harness, | |
| waving she's okay. | |
| CUT TO - FRANK IN CHOPPER | |
| FRANK | |
| Jessie, Jessie, copy? | |
| INTERCUT: | |
| JESSIE | |
| I copy. | |
| FRANK | |
| Jessie, girl this is insane. | |
| Weather stat called in wind gusts | |
| up to 50 knots for tonight. | |
| JESSIE | |
| If you can't make it back, I'll | |
| hold up at the Douglas Shaft. | |
| Stop worryin'. You sound like a | |
| mother hen. | |
| FRANK | |
| Rooster! Forget the hen stuff. | |
| Be safe, honey. Over. | |
| Frank banks the chopper out of there. | |
| EXT. EAST FACE WIDE SHOT - DAY | |
| The sheer wall of the East Face rises, seemingly forever into | |
| the sky above. | |
| Gabe is clearly exhausted and freezing. The wind and snow | |
| threaten to throw him off the wall, but he forces himself on. | |
| He is climbing up a huge, frozen waterfall. | |
| GABE | |
| (teeth chattering) | |
| A steam bath... | |
| (pulls himself up) | |
| A steam bath, a bottle of Remy | |
| Martin...keep going... | |
| He climbs higher into a "chandelier" of hanging icicles. It's | |
| an incredible formation, part of a | |
| FROZEN GLACIER OVERHANG | |
| a sheer overhang of ice, curling over the top of the East Face | |
| waterfall. | |
| Gabe climbs past the icicles up a sheet of pure ice. | |
| GABE | |
| A steam bath with a bottle of | |
| Remy Martin, and a fire--now | |
| what? | |
| He slows to a stop, and the ice overhang curves out, away. | |
| Gabe sticks his gloved hand into a stream of water. He reaches | |
| out and grabs a huge icicle with his wet fist. The glove | |
| freezes there instantly. | |
| GABE | |
| A steak soaked in Remy cooking | |
| over a steam bath on fire! | |
| Gabe wets the other glove, hauls himself up and goes for a | |
| second handhold. The next glove freezes on another icicle. | |
| Suddenly his feet slip off the wall and Gabe is left dangling | |
| with a glove frozen into place. He tries to pull away to grab | |
| a higher handhold but his hand slips out of the glove. | |
| Gabe clings one-handed to the overhang, his face showing real | |
| terror. His body swings wildly, held only by one gloved hand, | |
| frozen overhead. His legs kick out to find some support, | |
| smashing into HUGE ICICLES. They break off and fall away. His | |
| naked hand stretches for the glove but can't reach it. | |
| Gabe swings his spiked boot up to try for a "heel hold". His | |
| foot smashes into the snowy ice atop the serac and holds! | |
| Stabilized, he snatches the frozen glove from the icicle and | |
| hauls himself up, over the lip, in the world's toughest sit-up! | |
| GABE'S POV THROUGH THE DRIVING SNOW | |
| A small shack with a sign commemorating the "Douglas Mine Shaft | |
| 1933". | |
| INT. DOUGLAS SHAFT - DAY | |
| Just a "point of interest" for tourists who have hiked up this | |
| far, housing a mini-museum. | |
| A pair of thundering kicks at the door and the lock shatters. | |
| The light of day knifes into the otherwise dark, windowless | |
| room comprised of old planks of knotted pine. | |
| THE GORDON DOUGLAS DISPLAY | |
| has black and white photos of the square-jawed 1930's climber | |
| with his expedition. More important is what's beneath it. | |
| Douglas' original climbing equipment: a coil of rope, some | |
| pitons, a hat, a cloth backpack, small binoculars, a parka, and | |
| other odds and ends. | |
| Trembling badly, Gabe grabs a pick axe off the wall and | |
| prepares to smash the glass. He hears movement in the shaft | |
| area, an opening not more than ten feet away. Dust floats in | |
| the strip of light that is emitted from the door. Gabe's eyes | |
| tighten like an enraged animal. | |
| SHAFT | |
| From inside the shaft's entrance, Gabe's figure stealthily | |
| approaches, the ice axe raised high, ready for the kill. He | |
| moves into the darkness. Something tries to bolt away and he | |
| lunges at it, furiously slamming the person against the wall. | |
| A radio falls from the person and lets out a static death groan | |
| as it shatters to the bottom of the shaft. Gabe's axe is | |
| poised for the fatal blow. | |
| JESSIE | |
| No!! | |
| Gabe pulls her forward into what little light there is and | |
| stares into her terrified countenance. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe!? | |
| GABE | |
| (crazed) | |
| What are you doing here!? | |
| JESSIE | |
| (hyperventilating) | |
| Looking for Hal. Oh my God, I | |
| heard someone kick the door | |
| open...you came back. | |
| GABE | |
| How'd you get up here? | |
| JESSIE | |
| Frank dropped me in the west | |
| valley and I hiked. You look | |
| frozen. What's happening?! | |
| GABE | |
| You got to go back now! | |
| JESSIE | |
| Where's Hal, what's going on? | |
| Gabe heads to the display case. | |
| GABE | |
| The distress call was a fake. It | |
| was a downed plane full of | |
| thieves. | |
| He shatters the three display cases and starts to remove the | |
| old clothing, flares, gloves etc. | |
| GABE | |
| Before it crashed, they dumped | |
| three cases filled with millions. | |
| They're using Hal for a bird dog. | |
| Once they find the money, Hal's | |
| dead. So get on your radio, | |
| contact Frank, have him pick you | |
| up, then contact the state | |
| police, the park police and | |
| anything else wearing a badge and | |
| tell them to get up here! Do it | |
| Jessie. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I can't. The radio's at the | |
| bottom of the shaft. But | |
| Frank'll be looking for me soon. | |
| When he gets here I'll contact | |
| everybody from the chopper. | |
| GABE | |
| That's no good. It'll be dark | |
| soon, there's no other shelter | |
| for ten miles. If they show, | |
| they'll take you too. Why'd you | |
| have to come up here?! | |
| JESSIE | |
| For the same reason you did, to | |
| help. | |
| GABE | |
| Yeah, let's go. | |
| They exit. | |
| EXT. CHOPPER PAD. DAY | |
| Frank is standing beside the helicopter trying to raise Jessie | |
| on the radio. Wind and rain whip against the chopper. | |
| FRANK | |
| Jessie! Jessie! Come in. I | |
| can't take off. | |
| There is no response. | |
| EXT. THE TRAIL - SUNSET | |
| Hal is leading Qualen, Travers and the others upward. This is | |
| a comparatively difficult route. The wind makes it even harder | |
| but fortunately the snow has stopped. The sun goes down beyond | |
| a facing, taller mountain. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (eyes Travers) | |
| Man against nature, right | |
| Travers. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| What about it? | |
| QUALEN | |
| Down there you buy a life, up | |
| here you earn it or die. How's | |
| your health? | |
| Travers takes out the tracer and pushes to the head of the | |
| group. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| It's close, just up there. | |
| EXT. ELSEWHERE ON THE SUMMIT - NIGHT - GABE AND JESSIE | |
| spot a crater of snow and rush to it. | |
| GABE | |
| There it is. C'mon. | |
| Even though the case is covered by snow, the tracer's blinking | |
| red light is visible. Gabe and Jessie dig it out. | |
| GABE | |
| Let's be creative. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Excuse me? | |
| NEARBY ON THE SUMMIT - TRAVERS | |
| glances at the tracer monitor, which shows the case is nearby. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| This way. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Then go fetch. | |
| Qualen shines a light. All of them push through the trees. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| is excited now. He can't even wait for Qualen's flashlight, he | |
| races through the trees, dividing his attention between his | |
| surroundings and | |
| THE MONITOR | |
| which shows he's practically on top of the case. Finally | |
| TRAVERS | |
| can see the blinking of the red tracer light ahead through the | |
| branches. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (calling behind) | |
| Over here! | |
| Travers shoves his way through the branches, and heads for the | |
| light, but something's wrong. Qualen comes up behind Travers | |
| and shines the light on: | |
| A SNOWMAN | |
| hastily constructed, stands with a five-pebble smile, as well | |
| as Douglas' cap. The tracer, still blinking, is its nose. The | |
| case is propped up against it. Travers runs to the case and | |
| opens it: empty...written on a $1000 bill is "Wanna trade?" | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (incredulous) | |
| He's alive! | |
| QUALEN | |
| (to the others) | |
| He can't be far away. Find him. | |
| Go! | |
| Qualen, Kynette, Delmar and Kristel fan out, each with a | |
| flashlight and a gun. Ryan straps on the nightfinder goggles. | |
| RANGER STATION - NIGHT | |
| Frank works the microphone. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Jessie, come in Jessie! Damn, | |
| somebody pick up. | |
| ELSEWHERE ON THE SUMMIT - GABE AND JESSIE | |
| watch the chaos from an elevated vantage point. They can see | |
| the flashlight beams, all headed in the wrong direction. | |
| GABE | |
| They've got to find shelter soon, | |
| and so do we. How are you | |
| holding up? | |
| JESSIE | |
| You know me, I'm a night person. | |
| Gabe doesn't see: | |
| RYAN - "NIGHTFINDER" POV | |
| with these goggles, light is amplified a thousandfold. Even | |
| starlight is enough for Ryan to run easily through the thick | |
| woods, and he's going in the right direction. | |
| GABE AND JESSIE | |
| begin climbing down to level ground so they can circle close to | |
| where Travers is holding Hal. | |
| "NIGHTFINDER" POV - RYAN | |
| looks up, and sees Gabe and Jessie climbing down the small | |
| rock, fifty yards distant. Ryan smiles, looking macabre under | |
| the goggles, and opens fire. | |
| GABE AND JESSIE | |
| react as the bullets impact inches over their heads. They jump | |
| the last ten feet and are running even as they hit the ground. | |
| More bullets hit where Gabe and Jessie were a split second ago. | |
| Ryan chases them, easily manoeuvering through the trees. | |
| ELSEWHERE ON THE SUMMIT | |
| Kristel, Qualen, Delmar and Kynette, having heard the gunshots, | |
| turn and run toward them. Travers smiles at Hal's fearful | |
| reaction. | |
| RYAN | |
| is closing the gap, Gabe and Jessie's bright forms just ahead. | |
| They burst out of the trees and find all that's beneath them is | |
| GABE AND JESSIE'S POV | |
| A sudden, sloping plunge down a field of ice. No escape here. | |
| Anything that goes down this slide is going all the way to the | |
| ground far below. | |
| A fresh burst of bullets forces them to dive behind a boulder, | |
| the sole source of cover. | |
| GABE | |
| This way. | |
| RYAN | |
| emerges from the woods. He can see there is nowhere for them | |
| to have gone except behind the boulder. He walks toward it as | |
| if he had all the time in the world. | |
| GABE | |
| Give me a flare! | |
| Jessie fumbles in her backpack and pulls out a flare. | |
| GABE | |
| Take off and meet me at Eagle | |
| Cave. | |
| JESSIE | |
| What about you? | |
| GABE | |
| Don't worry about me, just go. | |
| Gabe ignites the flare and heaves it over the boulder at Ryan. | |
| RYAN - "NIGHTFINDER" POV - THE FLARE | |
| arcs over the boulder to fully ignite, turning everything into | |
| an agonizing flash of white. | |
| RYAN | |
| SCREAMS, blinded as he tries to rip the goggles off. | |
| GABE | |
| Go! | |
| Jessie takes off. | |
| Gabe bolts out from behind the boulder and rushes him. Ryan | |
| shoots blind, fanning out in a semi-circle as he gets the | |
| goggles off. | |
| Gabe charges straight for Ryan, just getting to him before the | |
| machine gun's field of fire can intersect his path. He tackles | |
| him. | |
| The machine gun CLATTERS away, landing on the edge of the ice, | |
| just out of reach. Ryan recovers from the blinding flash, | |
| pulls an ice axe out of a pack sheath and swings it at Gabe. | |
| Gabe rolls away and gets to the machine gun, grabbing it--but | |
| Ryan dives for Gabe, slamming into him--the force of it knocks | |
| the machine gun loose--it skips down the ice slope. The | |
| momentum of Ryan's hit also carries both Gabe and Ryan over the | |
| edge, onto-- | |
| THE ICE SLOPE | |
| Gabe and Ryan both start sliding down, Gabe face first on his | |
| stomach, Ryan on Gabe's back. Both are in immediate agony, | |
| because | |
| GABE'S POV - THE ICE FIELD | |
| The edge and a 5,000 foot drop are a hundred yards away. | |
| GABE AND RYAN SLIDING | |
| Gabe flails as the ice gashes him from underneath. He manages | |
| to flip over on top of Ryan and ride him down like a bobsled. | |
| Gabe frantically reaches behind to get the ice axe, trailing | |
| from a wrist strap, but Ryan's arm is thrashing away, | |
| threatening to toss off the axe. | |
| ON SUMMIT | |
| Hal, Qualen, Travers, Kristel, Delmar and Kynette arrive at the | |
| lip. Qualen snatches up the nightfinder goggles and sees... | |
| QUALEN'S "NIGHTFINDER" POV | |
| Gabe and Ryan accelerating, have almost reached the edge. Gabe | |
| grabs the ice axe, ripping it off Ryan's wrist just as they | |
| reach the precipice edge. Gabe swings it toward the ice with | |
| everything he's got. The axe's scythe-like blade catches on | |
| the ice, right at the lip of the precipice. Gabe is wrenched | |
| to a painful halt, suspended over the drop, as Ryan shoots over | |
| the edge. Gabe unhooks the axe and climbs down to a narrow | |
| ledge and disappears into the darkness. | |
| HAL, QUALEN, KRISTEL, KYNETTE, DELMAR AND TRAVERS | |
| Qualen shines his flashlight below, illuminating the long, | |
| frozen streak of blood on the ice. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| That's it, man! Fuck the money | |
| and fuck you if you wanna keep | |
| looking for it. I wasn't born to | |
| die on no motherfucking mountain! | |
| KRISTEL | |
| We have to keep going! | |
| QUALEN | |
| (to Kynette) | |
| She's more a man than you are. | |
| (to Hal) | |
| Find us some shelter. | |
| (back to Kynette) | |
| You can come with us or you can | |
| go and freeze to death. | |
| Delmar shoves Hal forward and they disappear into the darkness. | |
| Kynette follows. | |
| EXT. TENT - NIGHT | |
| The winds howl against the green nylon portable tent. | |
| INT. TENT - NIGHT | |
| Brett and Evan sit inside eating candy bars. | |
| EVAN | |
| "It's a perfect day for a monster | |
| jump." Hey man, can you like do | |
| me a favor? | |
| BRETT | |
| What? | |
| EVAN | |
| Next time you're like watching | |
| MTV, y' know, like flip it to the | |
| weather channel for a split | |
| second and check it out. I mean, | |
| hey, we could be home watching | |
| some righteous pornos. | |
| BRETT | |
| That woulda been cool. | |
| EVAN | |
| Exactly, cheesehead, exactly. | |
| INT. DOUGLAS SHAFT EXHIBIT | |
| Qualen, Travers, Kynette, Delmar and Kristel follow Hal into | |
| the cabin. Their flashlights streak through the gloom. | |
| QUALEN | |
| We'll stay here until sunrise. | |
| (to Hal) | |
| You, start a fire. | |
| Travers stands at the shattered glass display cases. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (to Hal) | |
| He was here. What was in there? | |
| No response. | |
| Delmar gives Hal a nudge in the kidneys. | |
| DELMAR | |
| Answer the man. | |
| HAL | |
| Nothing, just tourist souvenirs. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Souvenirs? No, wrong answer. | |
| Looks like your friend plans on | |
| hanging around, that possible? | |
| HAL | |
| No, he's gone. | |
| QUALEN | |
| No, he's close, and he's using | |
| our money to keep you alive. | |
| Nobody's worth that much on the | |
| open market. | |
| (to Kristel) | |
| Except you, the loyal one. | |
| (to Hal) | |
| Didn't I tell you to warm the | |
| place up? | |
| INT. THE CAVE - CLOSE ON GABE AND JESSIE | |
| We can see from the flickering shadows that a small fire is now | |
| burning in the cave. We pull back to see | |
| THE FIRE | |
| which is built out of bundles of $1000 bills. It's safe to say | |
| that something like $500,000 is going up in smoke. Gabe takes | |
| a fresh bundle of notes and tosses them on the flames. | |
| GABE | |
| Man, it costs a fortune to heat | |
| this place. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I'm glad you find humor in this. | |
| (gestures at the money) | |
| Do you know what people would do | |
| for that? | |
| GABE | |
| I can't believe you just said | |
| that. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Neither can I. What do you think | |
| they're doing now? | |
| GABE | |
| Making things real rough for Hal. | |
| Jessie looks at the necklace around Gabe's neck. | |
| JESSIE | |
| You still wear the cable necklace | |
| I gave you. | |
| GABE | |
| (nods) | |
| Call me sentimental. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Remember the first time we came | |
| up here? | |
| GABE | |
| Of course I do. | |
| JESSIE | |
| It was great. | |
| GABE | |
| You attacked me. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Can you think of something more | |
| romantic than attacked? | |
| GABE | |
| Only kidding...actually I | |
| attacked you. | |
| JESSIE | |
| No, actually it was more like | |
| mutual attacking. | |
| They laugh wearily. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Why can't things stay the way | |
| they are...everything has to | |
| change. What we had was perfect. | |
| GABE | |
| I don't know. Here, lay down and | |
| get some rest. We're going to | |
| need it. | |
| Gabe lays back and Jessie slides up next to him. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe...your arm? | |
| GABE | |
| Yeah? | |
| JESSIE | |
| If you're not using your arm, can | |
| I borrow it? | |
| GABE | |
| (smiles) | |
| Sure, just give it back when | |
| you're done. | |
| Jessie curls into his arms as the fire's dying flames dance | |
| delicately across their open and thoughtful expressions. | |
| EXT. WIDE MOUNTAIN VIEW - DAWN | |
| The first rays of sun poke through the mountains. The storm | |
| seems to be letting up. | |
| INT. RANGER STATION - DAWN | |
| Frank is slumped over the radio. He obviously hasn't slept. | |
| His attention is fixed out the window, on the windspeed gauge: | |
| the winds are slowing. | |
| FRANK | |
| Gabe, Hal, Jessie...do you read! | |
| Again, do you read. Come in! | |
| What the hell's going on up | |
| there? | |
| EXT. WOODED AREA - DAY | |
| Travers turns down the volume button. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Jessie? Looks like your friend | |
| found company. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| We're down to a few hours before | |
| the whole world shows up here. | |
| (to Hal) | |
| Where's the next one? | |
| HAL | |
| It's up there, on the Tower. | |
| QUALEN | |
| How far? | |
| Travers grabs his hair. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| He asked you, how far?! I think | |
| you've been taking the scenic | |
| route. How far from here? | |
| HAL | |
| Half a day. | |
| HAL'S POV - ON BRETT AND EVAN | |
| ahead in the trees and rocks. | |
| BRETT | |
| Hey, Hal...it's Hal. Hey, man, | |
| you jammed up here, too? | |
| QUALEN | |
| Walk over. | |
| HAL | |
| For Christ's sake, they're kids. | |
| QUALEN | |
| We're not animals, but don't | |
| force us to be. Walk over. | |
| Hal stiffly moves forward. | |
| EVAN | |
| Check it out. Was that storm a | |
| severe bummer or what? We were | |
| in tent city last night. | |
| HAL | |
| (dryly) | |
| Yeah. | |
| BRETT | |
| We're gonna take one more jump | |
| and split. Hal, you babysitting | |
| lost hikers? What's up? | |
| Evan and Brett start to move toward the group. | |
| HAL | |
| Run! | |
| BRETT | |
| What? | |
| HAL | |
| Run, goddamn it! | |
| DELMAR pulls out his gun and Brett and Evan, shocked, take off | |
| running. | |
| Brett gets ten yards before Delmar mows him down with his | |
| machine gun, riddling the kid with at least thirty rounds at | |
| close range. | |
| HAL | |
| You son of a bitch! You said you | |
| wouldn't kill him! | |
| QUALEN | |
| Sue me. | |
| Hal goes to attack Qualen with a flailing fist. | |
| Kristel clubs him with a pistol. An enraged Delmar kicks him | |
| savagely in the mid-section. | |
| Evan runs with Kynette and Travers in pursuit. | |
| BELOW ON THE WALLSIDE | |
| Gabe and Jessie, moving along the rock wall, react to the sound | |
| of the gun-fire, then move on. The wall is relatively sheer, | |
| but there are shelves cut in that make progress easier. | |
| IN THE WOODS - EVAN | |
| runs like his ass is on fire with Kynette and Travers still in | |
| pursuit. | |
| He tries to pull on his parachute and run at the same time. | |
| It's not easy, but he succeeds in closing the first of the | |
| three buckles. He continues running and weaving through the | |
| trees. He sees the edge just ahead, and puts on an extra burst | |
| of speed. | |
| THE SPUR | |
| is a rock formation that juts off like a diving board. Evan | |
| runs like hell down it. | |
| TRAVERS AND KYNETTE | |
| emerge from out of the trees. They see Evan launching himself | |
| off the edge. | |
| GABE AND JESSIE | |
| are several hundred feet below. | |
| GABE | |
| Don't pull it. | |
| ON THE SPUR EDGE - TRAVERS | |
| Tries to grab the rifle from Kynette. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Shoot him. | |
| Kynette tries to hit the falling target but misses. | |
| EVAN | |
| is falling, nearly two thousand feet. | |
| GABE - WATCHING | |
| GABE | |
| A little more. Now! | |
| EVAN | |
| pulls the D-ring. The parachute billows open, inflating. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| sights down the rifle. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Hit him! You're letting him get | |
| away! | |
| In a startling smooth movement, Travers rips the gun from | |
| Kynette's grip and fires almost simultaneously. | |
| CLOSE ON THE PARACHUTE | |
| Bullet holes pierce the canopy. | |
| EVAN | |
| Exhilaration turns to panic as a bullet lodges in Evan's upper | |
| back. | |
| GABE AND JESSIE ON THE LEDGE | |
| are powerless to do anything but watch. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Oh, God. | |
| EVAN | |
| struggles to maintain consciousness and control. | |
| JESSIE | |
| turns away. She can't watch any more. | |
| EVAN | |
| lands hard and collapses. | |
| KYNETTE AND TRAVERS | |
| Don't see Gabe or Jessie. | |
| Hal is led over to the Spur with the other gang members behind | |
| him. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Good, Travers. It might catch | |
| on, like shooting skeet. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| You dumb bastard, you waited too | |
| long. If he made it back, this | |
| place would have been covered | |
| with police in a few hours. The | |
| way we're moving, it's going to | |
| be anyway. | |
| HAL | |
| Murdering, motherfucker... | |
| QUALEN | |
| Kill a few people, they call you | |
| a murderer. When you kill | |
| millions, you're called a | |
| conqueror. Go figure. Move on | |
| Tucker, time is short. | |
| ON THE LEDGE BELOW - CLOSE ON GABE | |
| who is still shaking with fury. | |
| He watches Hal and the gang being led away. | |
| GABE | |
| Can you keep going? | |
| Jessie nods "yes" and they move out. | |
| EXT. MOUNTAIN - ARIEL SHOT - DAY | |
| Hal leads the gang through a buttress, a large, boulder | |
| formation that lies between the mountain they've just come | |
| from, and the nearest mountain to it, the Tower. | |
| Hal and the rest of the expedition are totally exposed as they | |
| climb in single file up to the top. The incline is angled so | |
| that the climb amounts to an uphill run on all fours. | |
| CLOSER ON HAL AND GANG | |
| Hal leads the gang forward and keeps casting anxious glances | |
| back at them, and beyond them. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Forget it. Your friend's smart, | |
| not invisible. | |
| Qualen is right. There's absolutely no way Gabe can come up | |
| behind them without being seen. | |
| LOWER DOWN ON BLUFF | |
| where the bluff meets a tree-lined plain. Gabe and Jessie in | |
| hiding, watch Hal and the others go up. They know they can't | |
| follow them without being seen. | |
| GABE | |
| He's taking them the long way | |
| around. | |
| Moving closer to the bluff's base, Gabe and Jessie shove | |
| through a screen of brush to the beginning of | |
| THE CRACK. | |
| A crevice runs the entire length and breadth of the bluff. | |
| Gabe pulls out his ancient binoculars and scans the crack. | |
| GABE'S POV - THE CRACK | |
| Picture a mine shaft designed by a madman. The crack moves | |
| upward, then erratically to the side, then straight up again. | |
| The width of the crack is uneven, ranging from six inches to | |
| six feet. And that's just how it looks on the outside. | |
| Gabe turns the binoculars to the inside of the crack. It looks | |
| as if the crack goes all the way through the bluff. On this | |
| route, Gabe can tunnel the mountain instead of going up the | |
| side. | |
| GABE | |
| We have to get through to the | |
| other side. You up for it? | |
| JESSIE | |
| I've gone this far, and right now | |
| I think I'm in better shape than | |
| you. | |
| GABE | |
| A simple yes or no would have | |
| done. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Want me to lead? | |
| GABE | |
| Cute. | |
| EXT. TOP OF THE BLUFF - DAY | |
| A vista. From this point you can see everything else in the | |
| mountain range. The only thing that's taller is the Tower. | |
| Between the two mountains lies a drop of a mere four thousand | |
| feet. | |
| QUALEN | |
| You said there was a way across. | |
| HAL | |
| There is. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Then where the fuck is! | |
| HAL | |
| There. You blind? | |
| Travers tenses, then turns to where the sides of the two | |
| mountains converge. At one point, they're only about fifteen | |
| feet apart. It's here that a rope and timber bridge spans the | |
| drop. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| This is insane. The hell with | |
| the money. You radio in for that | |
| chopper, understand! | |
| QUALEN | |
| Hey, you dealt us this hand, | |
| we're playing it all the way. | |
| Move. | |
| INT. THE CRACK - CLOSE ON GABE'S FACE | |
| Gabe is holding a flashlight while sweating and straining in | |
| the dark. The light reveals there's about two inches of | |
| clearance between his chest and the rock, and about the same | |
| between his back and the rock. | |
| GABE | |
| Nice view, huh? | |
| JESSIE | |
| Breathtaking. | |
| There is no light inside, not even above, because the crack | |
| doesn't go straight, it zig-zags up. Gabe and Jessie are well | |
| within the mountain rock. Nothing could be closer to being | |
| buried alive. | |
| Gabe and Jessie snake through a spot where the crack goes | |
| straight up. Gabe aims Jessie's flashlight upwards. | |
| GABE'S POV | |
| scores of bats hang on the wall, surrounding them, up and down, | |
| left and right. | |
| JESSIE'S FACE | |
| is somewhere between nausea and the realization that she's made | |
| a big mistake. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I really didn't need to see that. | |
| Gabe cuts the light and slithers up through the dark. | |
| EXT. RESCUE HELICOPTER - DAY | |
| Frank is flying low and fast, over treetops and snow, nothing | |
| but empty wilderness. A BUZZER goes off. Frank looks at an | |
| infra-red screen mounted on the dash. The indicator reads | |
| there is a body below. | |
| Frank sends the copter into a tight roll, bringing it over a | |
| clearing. | |
| EXT. WOODS | |
| The copter is down, rotors still turning as Frank runs into a | |
| wooded area. Wolves are circling Evan's barely conscious body. | |
| Frank pulls out his pistol and fires several shots. The wolves | |
| flee. | |
| FRANK | |
| Go on -- get lost! Go on!! | |
| TIGHT ON FRANK | |
| as he looks at Evan who is barely hanging on to his life. He | |
| rolls the young man over and sees the bullet wound. | |
| Evan moans. | |
| FRANK | |
| (nearly breathless) | |
| Hell, you've been shot. Hang on | |
| boy, hang on... | |
| He starts to lift the boy's body. | |
| INT. BLUFF CRACK - DAY | |
| Gabe and Jessie have a quick climbing rhythm now. | |
| The passage starts to thin out. They grope up. The passage | |
| narrows to the point that they can't get through it. | |
| GABE | |
| What was God thinking when he | |
| built this place? | |
| JESSIE | |
| If we don't get out of here soon | |
| we can ask him in person. | |
| Gabe looks up to see if the crack has gotten wider. It hasn't. | |
| GABE | |
| Keep going this way. | |
| The light aims up, no opening larger than a mail slot. Still | |
| moving to the side, he gets the opening he wants, but not where | |
| he wants it. | |
| GABE | |
| Oh, you beautiful rock...this | |
| way. | |
| The crack suddenly, drastically widens as he moves to the side. | |
| Since he's been bracing his back against the wall, Gabe falls | |
| out of control, twisting around, face down. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe?! | |
| Gabe bounces down the walls for several yards and catches | |
| himself by bracing his arms and legs against the crack. As he | |
| brakes himself, his flashlight shoots off into space. One more | |
| foot and he would have gone soaring to his death. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe! Are you alright? | |
| GABE | |
| (upside down) | |
| No, not really. Throw down a | |
| rope. | |
| EXT. WOODS - DAY | |
| The copter with Evan's covered body attached to a cradle on the | |
| skid. Frank takes off, banking towards the ranger station. | |
| EXT. BRIDGE | |
| The bridge, narrow and dilapidated, is only wide enough for one | |
| person at a time. Hal is half way across, swaying above the | |
| massive drop, the wind whistling through the chasm. | |
| HAL'S POV | |
| Kristel waits on the other side of the bridge, a gun trained on | |
| him. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (turns to Kynette) | |
| The other one's following. Drop | |
| back to the higher vantage point | |
| and maybe you can drop in behind | |
| and we'll have him flanked. If | |
| you get to him, I know you'll | |
| want to kill him, but get the | |
| money first. Go. | |
| INT. BUTTRESS CRACK | |
| Gabe is face down, arms and legs pressing against the five-foot | |
| gap of the tunnel walls. Carefully, he takes one hand off the | |
| wall, gets out his lighter with the other, and ignites it for | |
| a look. | |
| GABE' S POV - UPWARD | |
| Just as the crack has widened below him, it's widened above | |
| him. More important, it slants at an easy enough angle to | |
| allow him to walk up. A rope is tied around his shoulder. | |
| He braces himself with one leg and one arm until he has his | |
| hands on the curved edge where the crack snakes into a sideways | |
| passage. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Can you see light? | |
| GABE | |
| Up ahead. | |
| OVERHEAD ANGLE - THE CRACK | |
| Gabe takes a deep breath, readies himself, and shoves himself | |
| away from the wall with his arms, pushes himself into a squat | |
| against the opposite wall, hanging for a second with no support | |
| at all, then springs from that wall into the diagonal passage. | |
| Gabe lands hard but flat on the passage and starts backsliding, | |
| but he digs in with his boots and hands and starts heading up. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe are you alright? | |
| GABE | |
| For the record, whenever you hear | |
| me sliding out of control, I'm | |
| never alright. When I secure the | |
| line, come on up. | |
| CUT TO - TREASURY CHOPPER - DAY | |
| Wright, Davis, and a local FAA Agent are airborn across the | |
| Rockies. Wright takes off his headset and turns to Davis. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| An FAA satellite has located a | |
| downed aircraft. | |
| (to pilot) | |
| Head one hundred and ten miles | |
| south, southwest of the park | |
| entrance. | |
| EXT. BUTTRESS TOP | |
| Kynette lies flat, staring down. | |
| KYNETTE'S POV - ON THE BUTTRESS SIDE: | |
| No one is in sight. He hears a noise behind him and spins | |
| around. The opening to the crack is right there on the top of | |
| the mountain. | |
| INT./EXT. MOUNTAIN CRACK | |
| Gabe climbs out of the crack, securing the rope, and leans down | |
| to call to Jessie. | |
| GABE | |
| Come on up. | |
| Jessie, tired, starts her ascent. | |
| EXT. CRACK - DAY | |
| Gabe is looking around the horizon, setting down his ice axe. | |
| He stares back into the crack's gloom. | |
| Kynette looms over him, his gun aimed down. Gabe looks up, | |
| totally caught cold. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| (aims barrel) | |
| Look here, the mountain man. | |
| You're Walker, right? | |
| GABE | |
| Good memory. You must be great | |
| with numbers. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| Your mouth's writing a check your | |
| ass can't cash, but if ya wanna | |
| buy some life, bring me the | |
| money. | |
| GABE | |
| I burned it. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| (hard) | |
| What the fuck you mean you burned | |
| it? | |
| GABE | |
| Never could save a thing. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| Now you get burned. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (O.S.) | |
| Gabe? | |
| Gabe takes the split second that Kynette pauses when he hears | |
| Jessie's voice and dives head first into the crack. Kynette's | |
| bullets rip up the ground where Gabe was just standing. | |
| IN THE CRACK - JESSIE'S POV | |
| GABE | |
| Rappel! Rappel! | |
| Gabe is sliding head first down the rope until he manages to | |
| right himself. | |
| CUT TO - JESSIE | |
| She is rappeling as fast as she can. | |
| Gabe reaches the end of the rope thirty feet down, as the | |
| vertical passage again becomes diagonal. Jessie is waiting as | |
| Kynette reaches the edge of the crack and FIRES down at Gabe | |
| and Jessie. Bullets RICOCHET all over. | |
| Gabe throws himself over Jessie, shielding her. | |
| GABE | |
| Still glad I came back?! | |
| EXT. CRACK - DAY | |
| Kynette looks down the crack as his radio comes to life. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Kynette, what's happening? | |
| KYNETTE | |
| The bastard got lucky. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Make him unlucky! | |
| (into microphone) | |
| Kristel, get me the C-4. | |
| EXT. BRIDGE - TOWER SIDE | |
| Kristel standing with Travers, Delmar and Hal. | |
| HAL | |
| C-4? | |
| DELMAR | |
| More bang for the buck. | |
| INT. CRACK | |
| Kynette slides down the rope and enters the blackness of the | |
| crack. His weapon poised for action, he stalks his prey. | |
| Suddenly Gabe lunges out of the dark and attacks Kynette from | |
| the rear. The machine gun goes flying. Kynette rolls to his | |
| feet and smashes Gabe with a shattering punch. | |
| Jessie can only look helplessly on as Kynette slashes at Gabe | |
| with a knife. The crack is getting wider. Kynette powers into | |
| Gabe with another bone shattering punch. Gabe flies back | |
| several feet managing to straddle the crack walls. Overhead | |
| are jagged stalagtites that hang like an entrance to the jaws | |
| of hell. | |
| Kynette moves in for the kill. He swings down with the knife, | |
| the blade hissing in the gloom. Jessie pulls off her belt that | |
| comes equipped with a rather large buckle. Kynette has Gabe | |
| cornered and draws back the knife for the kill. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| Who's the man now?! | |
| As he thrusts forward, Jessie's belt buckle bashes with | |
| shocking force against the side of Kynette's face. Gabe uses | |
| this split second of great fortune to lunge at Kynette and | |
| seizes his knife hand. Gabe drives home a half-dozen painful | |
| punches that force the knife loose from Kynette's hand. In one | |
| powerful moment Gabe drops down, wraps his arms firmly around | |
| Kynette and swings upwards driving a stalagtite deep into | |
| Kynette's upper back. Gabe slumps in exhaustion. He picks up | |
| Kynette's machine gun and checks the clip -- empty. He pulls | |
| his bolt gun off Kynette's back. | |
| GABE | |
| Let's move. | |
| EXT. CRACK - DAY | |
| Up above, Qualen FIRES a burst straight down into the crack. | |
| Kristel arrives with the C-4. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Start to rig it. | |
| INT. CRACK | |
| Gabe and Jessie move laterally through the crack, flattening | |
| themselves against the walls as the bullets ricochet past. The | |
| echoing sound of a radio is heard. | |
| FRANK | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Jessie, Hal, come in...please | |
| report. Over. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Where's the radio? | |
| Gabe moves off in search of the radio. | |
| FRANK | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Hal, Jessie...please if you hear | |
| this, please report in. Over. | |
| EXT. CRACK - DAY | |
| Qualen and Kristel are still at the edge of the crack. Kristel | |
| has placed detonators on the side of the C-4 explosives. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| Ready. | |
| She hands them to Qualen who bends down to place them just | |
| inside the crack. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Perfect. You'll make somebody a | |
| great wife. | |
| INT. CRACK - DAY | |
| Gabe is near Kynette's body. He jams his hand in a crack on | |
| the rock floor. | |
| FRANK | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Hal, Jessie...report in | |
| ...please! | |
| GABE | |
| C'mon, stretch! | |
| He strains to reach his hand down to the unreachable radio. | |
| GABE | |
| One inch more! | |
| EXT. RESCUE STATION - CHOPPER PAD | |
| As Frank transmits from the landed chopper, an ambulance pulls | |
| away. A police car stands by. | |
| Gabe still strains to reach the radio. | |
| FRANK | |
| Jessie, I don't know if you can | |
| read this, but all hell is | |
| heating up. We found Evan. He's | |
| been shot, but he's alive. He's | |
| going to the hospital right now. | |
| Do you read? Over. | |
| INT. CRACK | |
| FRANK | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Do you copy? Over. | |
| GABE | |
| Damn! | |
| Jessie stands behind. | |
| JESSIE | |
| No luck? | |
| GABE | |
| Next time, date only basketball | |
| players. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Help me. Please help us. | |
| FRANK | |
| (V.O.) | |
| I copy you. Where are you? | |
| Over. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Oh, no! | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (V.O.) | |
| I'm near a rock formation | |
| opposite a crack in the wall. | |
| GABE | |
| She's a lyin' bitch!! | |
| JESSIE | |
| Get it! | |
| Gabe shoves his hand so deeply into the crevice to reach the | |
| radio, his arm appears to be on the verge of ripping out of its | |
| socket. | |
| GABE | |
| I can't! | |
| FRANK | |
| (V.O.) | |
| I think I know where you are. | |
| Hang on. | |
| GABE | |
| I can't get it!! | |
| (He pulls his arm out) | |
| JESSIE | |
| They'll kill him! He has no | |
| idea! | |
| GABE | |
| We gotta get out and fire a | |
| flare. It's the only chance! | |
| They take off. | |
| Just past their feet we see a subtle movement from Kynette. | |
| EXT. BRIDGE - TOWER SIDE - DAY | |
| Qualen and Kristel scramble across the rope and timber bridge | |
| to where Hal, Travers and Delmar are waiting. | |
| QUALEN | |
| They're still alive... | |
| Travers uses Hal's axe to take a couple of heavy swings at the | |
| bolts which tie the bridge to the rock. Qualen grabs his arms | |
| before he can take a third swing. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (looking at watch) | |
| ...for another four minutes. | |
| TOP OF CRACK | |
| Push in on a HOLE punched in the snow along the crack's top | |
| near the edge. Shoved inside is a packet of plastique--the | |
| detonator LED races down -- 3:01 -- 3:00 -- 2:59 -- | |
| EXT. TOWER FACE - DAY | |
| Qualen gestures toward the mountain with the radio. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Is it set? | |
| QUALEN | |
| Primed to go off right over his | |
| head, officer. | |
| Hal explodes! He throws himself at Qualen, grabbing for the | |
| radio. | |
| HAL | |
| There's a bomb right over you-- | |
| three minutes... | |
| INT. CRACK - DAY | |
| Gabe and Jessie turn towards the unreachable radio. | |
| Hal is being pounded on by Delmar who rips the radio from his | |
| hand. | |
| HAL | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Get out of there! Get-- | |
| CUT TO: TOWER FACE | |
| DELMAR | |
| Let me do the job. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Soon. | |
| INT. CRACK | |
| Gabe leads Jessie horizontally through the crack, fast and | |
| furious. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (pointing) | |
| We might be able to go that way. | |
| GABE | |
| Forget it. If that charge goes | |
| off before we can reach it, this | |
| whole damn crevice will slam shut | |
| on us. This way. | |
| They scramble along a single ledge as the crack narrows. | |
| TOWER FACE | |
| Everyone is staring at the wall. Qualen looks at his watch: | |
| the second hand sweeps around. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Why the hell are we wasting time | |
| here?! | |
| QUALEN | |
| Insurance against him finding | |
| that last case ahead of us. | |
| He looks at Hal who has murder in his eyes. | |
| QUALEN | |
| He wants to kill me. Pick a | |
| number and wait your turn. | |
| GABE AND JESSIE ON THE WALL | |
| Gabe takes the bolt gun from his belt and fires in a shaft of | |
| metal and rigs a carabiner. | |
| CUT TO | |
| Timer reading: 2:42 | |
| GABE AND JESSIE | |
| Gabe rapidly scans the rock below. All smooth. He sees a lip | |
| ninety feet below, leading into the wall: a cave. Gabe turns | |
| back to Jessie and flips the rope off his shoulder. | |
| GABE | |
| Pull it apart! | |
| JESSIE | |
| What? | |
| GABE | |
| Start pulling it apart! We're | |
| climbing down on it. | |
| JESSIE | |
| This rope is sixty years old! | |
| GABE | |
| These old ropes can hold 900 | |
| lbs., each strand 300. I'm 190, | |
| you're about 135 -- it just may | |
| hold. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Never | |
| GABE | |
| Never, what?! | |
| JESSIE | |
| I've never weighed 135 lbs.! | |
| GABE | |
| Helluva time for vanity! | |
| HELICOPTER - MOVING OVER MOUNTAINS | |
| Frank is in the air, heading out toward the range. | |
| TOWER FACE | |
| Qualen smiles. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Here comes our limo. | |
| Delmar grabs Hal. They all scramble out of sight. | |
| INSERT - THE BOMB | |
| The timer has about two minutes left -- 1:59 -- 1:58 -- | |
| GABE AND JESSIE - AT CRACK'S EDGE | |
| They are furiously unravelling the rope. | |
| GABE | |
| Almost have it. | |
| EXT. HELICOPTER - FLYING OVER THE MOUNTAINS | |
| Frank is practically at the buttress and the facing Tower. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| (V.O.) | |
| I can hear you. Hurry. | |
| FRANK | |
| (into radio) | |
| I see your flare. I have visual | |
| bearin'. I'm comin' in. Over. | |
| GABE AND JESSIE - AT THE CRACK'S EDGE | |
| Gabe and Jessie have unravelled the rope fiber. It's three | |
| different strands wound together. Gabe sees the chopper and | |
| shoots off a flare. The chopper flies overhead and past. | |
| JESSIE | |
| (frantically) | |
| Frank! No, Frank! Frank! | |
| GABE | |
| (hands Jessie rope) | |
| Jess, c'mon... | |
| Gabe ties the rope to the carabiner. | |
| He takes the line and lets it drop. Ninety feet of what looks | |
| like twine. | |
| GABE | |
| C'mon, it's the only chance. | |
| Jessie's clearly not convinced, but there's no choice. She | |
| starts to rappel down, Gabe close behind. | |
| INSERT - THE BOMB | |
| is ready to blow -- 0:42 -- 0:41 -- | |
| INT. CRACK | |
| Bloody and dying, Kynette musters all his strength and rises. | |
| JESSIE AND GABE - RAPPELLING DOWN | |
| have to swing over to the side about fifteen feet to get to the | |
| cave. It means a pendulum type swing that puts even more | |
| pressure on the rope. The fibers begin to fray and snap. They | |
| swing down lower, twenty feet to the cave, four thousand to the | |
| ground. Fibers snap at an alarming rate. | |
| INSERT - THE BOMB | |
| - 0:34 -- 0:33 -- | |
| KYNETTE | |
| Emerges from the crack, knife in hand. | |
| JESSIE AND GABE - RAPPELLING | |
| They reach the end of the rope, six feet above the cave and | |
| fifteen feet away laterally. | |
| GABE | |
| (shouting) | |
| Swing and drop! | |
| They start the swing. As they get over the cave's lip, Kynette | |
| grabs the rope and cuts it. Jessie and Gabe, still clinging to | |
| the rope, fall onto the cave's narrow lip. Gabe lands, but | |
| Jessie tumbles over the edge! She loses her grip and drops. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe! | |
| GABE | |
| Hold on! Hold on! Reach up! | |
| Jessie reaches up with the other hand. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I can't...I can't. | |
| Gabe's hand flashes out. He's got a tenuous grip on her | |
| forearm. Jessie swings like a pendulum over the abyss. With | |
| each swing her hand slips further down Gabe's arm, their grip | |
| slides to wrist level. Gabe's hand digs into Jessie's glove | |
| and holds. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Oh, God...please, oh God! | |
| FLASHBACK - GABE'S POV | |
| Sarah's hand slides out of her glove. He hears the exact same | |
| dialogue. She falls...her eyes still locked on... | |
| BACK TO: GABE | |
| GABE | |
| Reach up! Do it! | |
| JESSIE | |
| Don't let me fall! | |
| GABE | |
| Do it, goddammit! | |
| His left hand finds a grip on a ledge. Pulling with all her | |
| strength, Jessie starts to reach up with her free hand. He | |
| inches up to her shoulder, bicep, forearm and finally grabs her | |
| wrist. | |
| Gabe pulls her to safety. | |
| THE BOMB -- 0:04 -- 0:03 -- | |
| GABE AND JESSIE | |
| throw themselves across the cave's narrow lip. | |
| ABOVE ON THE WALL | |
| the bomb detonates, raining debris and triggering a massive | |
| rock slide. | |
| KYNETTE | |
| turns. A storm of rock sweeps him to his death. | |
| JESSIE AND GABE | |
| as the rockslide tumbles past. Safe, for now. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Thanks for holding on. | |
| GABE | |
| (standing) | |
| We were going together before I | |
| ever let go of you. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I'm holding you to that. | |
| (pause) | |
| Gabe, what about Frank? | |
| GABE | |
| I don't know. I don't know. | |
| THE HELICOPTER - OVER THE TOWER | |
| Frank sees Kristel in a clearing, face down in the snow, and | |
| banks down. | |
| EXT. CLEARING | |
| Frank, running, carrying a first aid kit, pauses at the sound | |
| of the explosion. | |
| FRANK | |
| What the hell? | |
| He resumes running. He arrives at Kristel. He turns her over | |
| and breaks a capsule over her nose. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| Welcome. | |
| FRANK | |
| What's happening here?! Where's | |
| the rest of the group? | |
| Delmar steps out from his hiding spot. | |
| DELMAR | |
| Here. | |
| FRANK | |
| What're you doing? I came here | |
| to help you all. | |
| DELMAR | |
| You did. | |
| Delmar fires. The fusillade blasts into Frank. Delmar keeps | |
| firing. Frank staggers to the ground. Silence. | |
| CUT TO: TOWER FACE | |
| Hal has viewed this with Qualen's pistol to his head. | |
| HAL | |
| He never hurt anybody. | |
| QUALEN | |
| I'm touched. Kristel, check the | |
| chopper, let's go. | |
| Hal rises and they move off. | |
| EXT. MOUNTAIN - GABE AND JESSIE | |
| They are moving swiftly down a steep rock path. | |
| GABE | |
| Crockett River is where the last | |
| of the money fell. | |
| JESSIE | |
| If we go along the northern | |
| ridge, we can get there first. | |
| GABE | |
| There's no "we". There's a me. | |
| All I have to do is make it along | |
| the north wall to Bitker Ladder. | |
| What you're doing is going back | |
| down to the station to get help. | |
| And don't put on that mad face. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Forget it. You're in no shape to | |
| climb alone. | |
| I stayed with you this far, and | |
| you didn't drop me, so I owe you. | |
| C'mon, let's go. Hurry up, time | |
| is money. | |
| GABE | |
| "Time is money" -- please. | |
| EXT. THE TOWER - INCLUDE RESCUE COPTER | |
| Travers comes over, with Hal and Delmar in tow. Kristel | |
| follows. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| We'll use the copter to locate | |
| the third case and get out of | |
| here. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| There's not enough fuel to search | |
| around. Just enough to get us | |
| down. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Travers, you're not running | |
| things. | |
| HAL | |
| (to Travers) | |
| When he finds the money, you're | |
| as dead as me. | |
| Travers glares at Qualen. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Give me the monitor. Now! | |
| Travers, strangely nonchalant, hands it to Qualen. | |
| Qualen looks to the screen, which reveals the locale of case | |
| three. | |
| CLOSE - THE MONITOR | |
| suddenly goes completely blank. | |
| QUALEN | |
| What's the code, Travers? | |
| TRAVERS | |
| I told you, 50,000 possible | |
| keycode combinations, in fifteen | |
| second intervals. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (roars) | |
| Give me the fucking code! | |
| Travers pulls a pistol from behind his back. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Look what you found. What was | |
| your idea? To use the chopper to | |
| find the money? Good idea, but | |
| without a pilot, nobody gets off | |
| this mountain. | |
| Qualen grabs Kristel and pulls her in front of him as a shield. | |
| KRISTEL | |
| What're you doing? | |
| QUALEN | |
| (to Kristel) | |
| You know what I think love is | |
| Kristel? The mistake that one | |
| woman thinks she is different | |
| from all the others. | |
| TWO SHOTS ring out. | |
| Blood blossoms across Kristel's chest. Shock and sadness on | |
| her face. | |
| Qualen lets go of her. | |
| Dead, she slumps to the ground. | |
| Revealing Qualen's smoking pistol. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Now, I'm the only one who can fly | |
| us out of here. Partners again? | |
| (low simmer) | |
| Take your toy and get our money. | |
| Travers, Delmar and especially Hal are shocked by Kristel's | |
| murder. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (to Delmar) | |
| Radio when you find it. I'm | |
| waiting here. | |
| EXT. BRIDGE | |
| Gabe and Jessie work their way up a steep slope, up to the rope | |
| and timber bridge that spans the chasm. Gabe is several paces | |
| ahead when he steps onto the bridge. A snapping sound from the | |
| bolts freezes him. | |
| GABE | |
| Get back! | |
| Jessie has just stepped onto the bridge. She jumps back. | |
| The last bolt forced to take all the strain breaks free. | |
| The bridge collapses, swinging down, spilling wooden slats and | |
| debris into the chasm. The rope and timber completely unravel. | |
| Gabe jumps off the disintegrating bridge onto the | |
| ROCK SPUR. | |
| Jessie grabs him, steadying him. | |
| GABE | |
| Doesn't anything last?! | |
| Jessie turns, looking around, as if somewhere she'll see a | |
| solution. | |
| JESSIE | |
| My heart can't take much more of | |
| this. Look, if we climb down | |
| from here, it'll take two hours | |
| to get back to the station. | |
| GABE | |
| That's exactly what I want you to | |
| do. | |
| JESSIE | |
| What about you? | |
| He turns around, pointing across the chasm. | |
| GABE | |
| What do you think? Maybe I could | |
| reach the ledge without falling. | |
| No, forget it. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Oh, good. For a minute I thought | |
| you'd lost your mind. | |
| GABE | |
| points to a series of tiny outcroppings just below where the | |
| bridge was anchored. | |
| GABE | |
| But maybe with a good start I can | |
| hit those hand-holds. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Hand-holds?! I can barely see | |
| them. | |
| GABE | |
| We don't have time to argue about | |
| it! | |
| JESSIE | |
| Are you crazy? Has the altitude | |
| shrunk your brain, Gabe? | |
| GABE | |
| (overriding) | |
| Take the rope. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I won't do it. No way. | |
| GABE | |
| (overriding) | |
| Take the rope. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Enough's enough. How could | |
| anybody in their right mind... | |
| then again, you never were in | |
| your right mind. | |
| GABE | |
| Wrap it around that rock twice. | |
| JESSIE | |
| I'm going to wrap it around your | |
| throat! | |
| GABE | |
| An' if I miss, dig in and try | |
| your best to slow the fall. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Forget it! I refuse! | |
| GABE | |
| Fine, it shouldn't bother your | |
| conscience. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Don't lay any guilt on me. | |
| Suicide's a personal thing, best | |
| done alone. | |
| She turns and goes. Gabe doesn't look after her. He backs up, | |
| all of his senses are focused on the gap and the hand-holds | |
| beyond it. Push in on his face...a moment of meditation as he | |
| centers himself. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Please, Gabe, this is insane. | |
| (to herself) | |
| Please don't do this. I can't | |
| watch this. I can't. | |
| She starts to quickly wrap the rope twice around a thin | |
| outcropped rock. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Y' know, you're not brave, you | |
| just have no common sense. None! | |
| Then he's off! A few powerful strides and he leaps! | |
| ACROSS THE GAP | |
| Nothing but air for four thousand feet. His whole body would | |
| like a spring, the wind rushing past. His arms firing out, | |
| reaching | |
| THE ROCK | |
| racing to meet us. His hands stretching...stretching...his | |
| fingers touching! Sliding down the rock, gripping the hand- | |
| holds. Gabe, like a fly on the wall, hangs by nothing more | |
| than his fingernails. | |
| JESSIE is determined not to turn and look. Suddenly, a scream! | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe! | |
| She slowly turns and sees Gabe standing on the opposite ledge. | |
| GABE | |
| Just kidding. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe? Wait 'til I get over | |
| there. Tie the rope so I can | |
| come across. | |
| GABE | |
| Can't do it. Now go back and get | |
| help! | |
| He lets the rope fall and runs off. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe, you bastard! Be careful! | |
| EXT. COMB BLUFF - JET STAR CRASH SITE - DAY | |
| What's left of the Jet Star has been located. Several dozen | |
| Treasury and FAA agents sift through the wreckage, taking | |
| photos and putting pieces into bags for analysis. Many bags. | |
| Many small bags. We move to one bag in particular. Above an | |
| FBI chopper hovers. | |
| CLOSE ON BODY BAG | |
| as the zipper is pulled down. Before we can see anything, we | |
| mercifully reverse POV. | |
| WRIGHT AND DAVIS | |
| are near a helicopter, with STUART, the overbearing FAA | |
| forensics expert. | |
| A SEARCH PILOT zips the bag back up. | |
| STUART | |
| We found I.D. on the dead pilot. | |
| He was known to be in the company | |
| of Qualen. We have to assume | |
| this was his jet. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Unless you find additional | |
| wreckage, we have to assume the | |
| treasury jet was successfully | |
| hijacked. | |
| STUART | |
| You assume right. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Son of a bitch. Travers had to | |
| have masterminded the whole | |
| goddamn thing. So much for | |
| having total faith in somebody. | |
| Never again. Never. There's | |
| still a chance they didn't pull | |
| it off. | |
| How do you explain the sudden | |
| drop from the radar screen? I | |
| want every able man up here until | |
| this whole range has been turned | |
| upside down! | |
| DAVIS | |
| I'm on it. | |
| EXT. MOUNTAIN WALL - GABE MOVING ON A LEDGE | |
| that's extremely narrow. It's got irregular breaks, causing it | |
| to go up or down several feet, and Gabe is jogging it, leaping | |
| across the ledge's gaps, leaning toward the wall and away from | |
| the four thousand foot drop. | |
| He makes the last jump to a section of ledge near the bottom of | |
| THE "BITKER" LADDER | |
| A prominent sign reads "Property of the Bitker Mining Company." | |
| The ladder consists of metal rungs woven into loose steel cable | |
| bolted into the rock, running two hundred feet to the top, | |
| something left here by a past expedition, now a tourist's toy. | |
| The bottom rung is three feet above Gabe's outstretched arms. | |
| GABE | |
| (coiling for jump) | |
| Bitker you cheap bastard. | |
| Couldn't you afford three more | |
| feet?! | |
| Gabe leaps up, grabbing the bottom rung instead of a half mile | |
| of air, and he shoots up the ladder as we PULL BACK. | |
| WIDER ANGLE ON MOUNTAIN WALL | |
| A closer look at terrain seen earlier. | |
| As we track Gabe up the ladder, we can see a lake on top of the | |
| mountain. Constant motion keeps it from totally freezing, but | |
| it is still coated with a solid sheet of ice. | |
| ELSEWHERE ON MOUNTAIN SLOPE - HAL | |
| leads the others down the grade, we can see from their relative | |
| position to the lake that Gabe has a lead on them. A very | |
| slight one. | |
| TOP OF LADDER - GABE | |
| pulls himself over and starts running into a | |
| ROCKY AREA | |
| where he spots the third case. It took a tough landing on a | |
| rock. It's shattered into halves, and the bands of bank notes | |
| are scattered around in the snow. | |
| Gabe rushes down behind a rock and starts gathering the cash. | |
| Soaked by the snow, they've nearly frozen into ice bricks. | |
| Something catches his eye. Several feet away he sees rabbit | |
| tracks leading into a very prominent rabbit hole. | |
| EXT. FURTHER UP ON SLOPE - HAL | |
| and the other two crest a rise. Unaccustomed to the altitude | |
| and the exercise, Travers and Delmar are fading. They stop, | |
| catching their breath. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| checks the monitor. Anxiety washes across his face. The | |
| relative position shows they're... | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Almost there. Alright, I've got | |
| it locked in. | |
| DELMAR | |
| (motions to Hal) | |
| Then you're done with him. | |
| Delmar walks over to check the monitor. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (nods) | |
| Yes, and do it quietly. Your | |
| insane boss just made enough | |
| noise for anyone within ten miles | |
| to hear us. | |
| Travers studies the monitor and moves away. | |
| HAL AND DELMAR | |
| DELMAR | |
| (pointing at Hal) | |
| Ready to die quiet-like, asshole. | |
| HAL | |
| Hey, let's get something | |
| straight. | |
| If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, | |
| but you're always gonna be the | |
| asshole, so just shoot, alright. | |
| DELMAR | |
| Who's shooting? | |
| Delmar rears back and slams his head against Hal's forehead, | |
| driving him to the ground. Delmar then kicks him in the ribs. | |
| DELMAR | |
| How we feelin' so far? Upset | |
| stomach, aye? | |
| Hal recoils from another kick and tries to rise. | |
| DELMAR | |
| Like soccer? Great sport! I was | |
| a bloody good striker. Here's an | |
| outside right. | |
| (kicks) | |
| Hal recoils in pain as Delmar breaks the bone in his lower leg. | |
| Hal howls in agony, but tries to rise. | |
| DELMAR | |
| Did I hear somethin' break? | |
| Outside left! | |
| HAL | |
| Fuck you. | |
| DELMAR | |
| Cursin'. That's a penalty kick | |
| for unsportsmanlike conduct, | |
| mate. | |
| He kicks Hal again, sending him back several feet, crashing | |
| heavily on his side. Hal tries to remove a folding climbing | |
| knife that fits in a sheath sewn into the side of his boot. | |
| DELMAR | |
| A lovely chip shot to the winger! | |
| (kicks) | |
| Hal has been kicked near the edge of a cliff. He weakly | |
| reaches for his boot knife. Again this is not noticed by | |
| Delmar, who's having a wonderfully sadistic time. | |
| DELMAR | |
| Winger back to striker! | |
| Delmar kicks Hal, who is barely hanging on to consciousness. | |
| DELMAR | |
| He dribbles past one defender. | |
| (kicks) | |
| Two defenders. | |
| (kicks) | |
| Three defenders! | |
| Hal lies crumpled on his side, curled in a ball of pain. | |
| DELMAR | |
| Striker lines up to the goal... | |
| focuses on the ball... | |
| Hal has barely managed to remove the knife and secretly opens | |
| it. Its serrated edge glistens like a chrome serpent in his | |
| hand. | |
| Delmar backs up to take perfect aim at the back of Hal's head. | |
| DELMAR | |
| The crowd is on its feet, the | |
| League Cup Championship for this | |
| season comes down to this last | |
| kick. The striker sees an | |
| opening, draws back his foot and | |
| fires! | |
| As Delmar's leg explodes forward, Hal spins and drives the | |
| knife into Delmar's approaching shin bone. Delmar buckles in | |
| pain, allowing Hal to reach up and snatch a pistol from the | |
| goon's waistband. | |
| Hal fires from a prone position and catches Delmar in the mid- | |
| section, which blows the large man upright, soaring onto his | |
| back. | |
| HAL | |
| The season's over, asshole. | |
| Hal struggles to his feet and removes Delmar's automatic weapon | |
| and limps away in excruciating pain. | |
| CUT TO - TRAVERS | |
| Travers turns, reacting to the shot and the distant sounds of | |
| Delmar screaming. He thinks the painful cries are emanating | |
| from Hal. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| I said quietly...shit. | |
| Travers is looking down at the monitor. His eyes fix on the | |
| screen, following the blip that's just ahead of him. He | |
| freezes...the blip starts to move. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| What the hell? | |
| Travers is now running, following the monitor's lead. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| It can't be. | |
| (furious) | |
| It can't be! | |
| THE MONITOR | |
| The blip changes directions, likewise, Travers. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| Hal has just finished tying a tourniquet around his upper leg. | |
| He hobbles off. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| is slogging up the hill after the blip, which now turns back | |
| toward him. Travers aims his gun and waits. | |
| HILL TOP | |
| A large winter rabbit sticks his head over the hillside. | |
| Travers sees the rabbit with the tracer fastened around its | |
| neck and nearly goes apoplectic. He fires at the rabbit. | |
| Bullets rip up the ledge as the animal runs away. Travers | |
| reaches for his radio. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| (into radio) | |
| Come in--come in! | |
| EXT. TOWER FACE | |
| Qualen in the chopper. | |
| QUALEN | |
| You got what we need? | |
| TRAVERS | |
| No, that son-of-a-bitch Walker is | |
| alive. | |
| QUALEN | |
| No names, this is an open line! | |
| TRAVERS | |
| I don't give a shit, Qualen! I | |
| had to be insane to ever tie up | |
| with a low-life, piece of shit | |
| like you. They beat us. A | |
| couple of fuckin' hick mountain | |
| boys beat the man no law agency | |
| ever could. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Get off the radio! | |
| CUT TO - TREASURY CHOPPER - DAY | |
| Wright is monitoring the conversation between Qualen and | |
| Travers through the headset. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Jesus Christ, that's Travers. | |
| They're alive!! | |
| (to pilot) | |
| Get a bead on that frequency. | |
| CUT TO - QUALEN AT THE CHOPPER - DAY | |
| QUALEN | |
| Stop transmitting you stupid | |
| bastard! | |
| CUT TO - TRAVERS | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Why? I always wanted my own | |
| radio show! What was I thinking, | |
| I must have been crazy to think | |
| I could get away with it. It's | |
| hard to believe I sold out after | |
| twenty years and this is the | |
| payback--to rot on a mountain | |
| with a fucking dirtbag like you. | |
| CUT TO - QUALEN | |
| QUALEN | |
| You are losing your mind, | |
| Travers! | |
| CUT TO - TRAVERS | |
| TRAVERS | |
| I lost it when I met you! Gotta | |
| go, I'm doing my last official | |
| man hunt. | |
| He turns, looking for some sign of Gabe. Then he sees it: | |
| footprints in the snow. He takes off. | |
| CUT TO - TREASURY CHOPPER - DAY | |
| WRIGHT | |
| (to pilot) | |
| You got a frequency bearing yet? | |
| PILOT | |
| Not exactly, but close. | |
| The chopper banks wildly to the right and soars away. | |
| CUT TO - GABE'S FEET | |
| sink into the snow. | |
| WIDER | |
| As Gabe makes his way to a thickly wooded area. He has the | |
| money swung over his shoulder wrapped in a garment. Suddenly | |
| BULLETS blast behind. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| slides down onto the level that Gabe is running. Finding his | |
| footing, he fires again and bullets blast the bare tree | |
| branches just above Gabe's head. He quickly bursts to his | |
| feet, running for all he's worth. | |
| A round from a second burst of gun fire rips into Gabe's | |
| shoulder. He tumbles out onto... | |
| A SLOPE | |
| that leads down to the frozen lake. Gabe slips on the loose | |
| rock and slides out of control, still holding the money bag. | |
| TIMBER BRIDGE | |
| that spans out onto the river, rising at least 20 feet above | |
| the ice. He slams into the base of it with a THUD. | |
| EXT. MOUNTAIN TRAIL - DAY | |
| Jessie is running down the trail for all she's worth. She | |
| hears the sound of a chopper approaching. Her expression | |
| brightens as she now runs toward the sound. What lies before | |
| her is a cliff edge that drops into an expansive valley. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Frank, you're beautiful! | |
| She runs to the edge, just as the chopper rises into view like | |
| a whirling dragon from hell. The blood drains from her face as | |
| she locks eyes with the man at the controls--Qualen. He has an | |
| automatic weapon trained on her. | |
| EXT. TIMBER BRIDGE - DAY | |
| Travers runs onto the entrance of the bridge. Gabe is gone, | |
| but his footprints indicate he's gone out onto the bridge. | |
| Travers cautiously follows the tracks to the end of the bridge | |
| where they stop, giving the impression that Gabe jumped onto | |
| the ice below. | |
| He peers over the edge. The ice stretches across the river | |
| like glass, but no snow--thus no footprints. | |
| FROM UNDER THE BRIDGE | |
| We see Travers' head glance under. Finding nothing, he | |
| retreats. | |
| CAMERA PANS and | |
| picks up Gabe about twenty feet back, wedged in an "X" | |
| configuration against the underside of the bridge. | |
| The weight from Travers knocks bits of snow and ice onto Gabe. | |
| He strains to hold himself in place. | |
| ON THE BRIDGE | |
| Travers steps back twenty feet, stops just above Gabe. He | |
| notices that snow is scraped off the side, obviously where Gabe | |
| crawled under. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Didn't you ever play hide and | |
| seek when you were a kid, Walker? | |
| Rule #1, cover your tracks. | |
| He aims his gun at the wooden planks below him. | |
| GABE | |
| knows it's coming. He releases his foot holds and swings, | |
| holding on by just one hand. A stream of bullets rip past him | |
| and lodge into the ice fifteen feet below. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| Make it easy on yourself. You | |
| stole the money, now I've got to | |
| take you in. Come out so I can | |
| read you your rights. | |
| TRAVERS | |
| can't tell if he hit him. He steps over to the edge, peers | |
| down and, just as he does... | |
| GABE | |
| reaches for a hold with his other arm, swings his legs up and | |
| does a kick maneuver, scissors his legs around Travers and | |
| tries to pull him over the edge. Travers strains with all his | |
| might, clinging to a cross rail for dear life. | |
| The thrust from Gabe's weight pulls Travers loose from his | |
| hold, causing them both to... | |
| EXT. ON THE ICE | |
| crash down onto the ice. A spider web of cracks jolt from the | |
| point of impact. Gabe scrambles to his feet, sees Travers' gun | |
| about ten feet away. | |
| As he lunges for it, Travers tackles him. The two of them | |
| crash against the ice again. This time it gives way, dropping | |
| them both into the FREEZING WATER. | |
| EXT. UNDER WATER | |
| Dark, eerie silence. Rays of light come through from the clear | |
| ice making it nearly impossible to identify the hole. | |
| Gabe and Travers struggle, clawing up toward the surface, | |
| kicking...desperate. Gabe reaches for the opening, but Travers | |
| pulls him down. | |
| EXT. ON THE ICE | |
| Travers' head comes up, reaches for solid ice. Gabe yanks | |
| himself up on Travers' back, GASPING for air. Travers elbows | |
| him in the face. | |
| He loses his grip and slides back under the ice. | |
| EXT. UNDER WATER | |
| Gabe reaches up with his arms, but the current pulls him away. | |
| EXT. ON THE ICE | |
| Travers drags himself onto solid ice. Breathless, he lies face | |
| down, looking... | |
| EXT. UNDER WATER/THROUGH THE ICE | |
| Gabe has his mouth pressed against a tiny air pocket, GASPING. | |
| He's holding on with only two fingers, just as if it were a | |
| vertical climb, but he's not going to last much longer. We can | |
| see the distorted shape of Travers staring back at him. | |
| EXT. ON THE ICE | |
| Travers retrieves his weapon. | |
| EXT. UNDER WATER | |
| Gabe loses his grip and is swept away by the slow moving | |
| current. | |
| Travers steps above, preparing to blast him away with his | |
| weapon. Gabe sees this just before he passes beneath a cloudy | |
| patch of ice that causes Travers to momentarily lose sight of | |
| him. | |
| Gabe still drifting, frantically claws at his bolt gun. | |
| EXT. ON THE ICE | |
| Travers moves over the cloudy patch of ice, awaiting the second | |
| Gabe will reappear. | |
| Gabe's head starts to pass into view. Gabe also can now see | |
| Travers' outline. | |
| Travers LEVELS his weapon and takes AIM. | |
| Gabe FIRES the bolt gun. There is a solid THUD as the ice | |
| underneath Travers bulges upward. | |
| Gabe's head emerges through the cracked ice as the bolt BURIES | |
| itself into Travers' chest. | |
| GASPING for breath, Gabe can only manage to pull his head out | |
| of the deathly water as Travers staggers several feet away. | |
| Gabe helplessly watches as Travers WEAVES forward. As life | |
| ebbs from his body, Travers struggles to raise the automatic | |
| weapon and aims it at Gabe's head. The weapon wavers then at | |
| the final moment of truth. It descends as Travers can no | |
| longer maintain consciousness. His weapon hangs at his side. | |
| He spasmodically pulls the trigger. Bullets rip into the ice | |
| at his feet and Travers disappears from view as if falling | |
| through a trap door. | |
| EXT. UNDER THE WATER | |
| Travers takes in water as the current pulls at him. He pushes | |
| his face up for an air pocket, but there isn't one. | |
| EXT. ON THE ICE | |
| Gabe, totally exhausted and only half out of the water stares | |
| down. | |
| ANGLE THROUGH THE ICE | |
| Travers is looking up at him, his gruesome, distorted face | |
| gasping for its last breath. His eyes pleading for mercy as he | |
| drifts into eternity. | |
| EXT. ICE | |
| Gabe, exhausted, slips back into the water and is just about | |
| totally submerged. A hand shoots into the freezing water and | |
| yanks him back to the surface. | |
| HAL | |
| pulls Gabe to the surface. | |
| Gabe tries to focus on Hal. | |
| GABE | |
| (coughing) | |
| Am I dead, or are you alive? | |
| Hal hauls him out of the ice hold. | |
| HAL | |
| Both. You gotta get outta these | |
| clothes, fast. | |
| Hal opens his boot knife and with startling swiftness, | |
| literally slices the near-frozen garments off his friend's | |
| torso. | |
| HAL | |
| Thanks for staying around when | |
| you didn't have to. | |
| GABE | |
| My pleasure. | |
| Hal places his jacket over Gabe's exposed upper body and pulls | |
| off the outer shell of his foul weather gear and starts to | |
| frantically rub his back and legs. | |
| HAL | |
| Don't get the wrong idea, you're | |
| not my type. | |
| EXT. HELICOPTER - OVER MOUNTAINS | |
| The machine veers between towering out-croppings. | |
| INT. CHOPPER - DAY | |
| Qualen is at the controls. Jessie's hands are handcuffed to a | |
| bar fastened to the chopper's roof. Qualen keys the headset | |
| radio. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Travers - come in. | |
| EXT. SHORELINE | |
| Gabe is sitting, wearing the garments given to him by Hal. | |
| GABE | |
| (still thawing) | |
| How's your leg? | |
| I'll live. Where'd you leave | |
| Jessie? | |
| GABE | |
| Near Freedom Falls. She went for | |
| help. | |
| HAL | |
| Hey, about everything that | |
| happened with Sarah. I know you | |
| did what you could-- | |
| QUALEN | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Travers--come in. | |
| Hal reaches over and grabs the radio. | |
| HAL | |
| (keys the radio) | |
| Too late, you missed him. He | |
| decided to swim to Arizona-- | |
| underwater. Any messages? | |
| Beat. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Tucker? | |
| GABE | |
| (into mic) | |
| Qualen, glad you stuck around. | |
| There should be a few hundred | |
| cops looking to meet you. | |
| Another beat. | |
| INTERCUT - GABE & HAL (SHORELINE) AND QUALEN (IN THE CHOPPER) | |
| QUALEN | |
| Tucker, you know where the money | |
| is-- I want it. | |
| HAL | |
| (tired) | |
| Qualen, go fuck yourself. The | |
| game's over--you lost. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (now he's had enough) | |
| No, the goddamn game's not over! | |
| It's never over when you're | |
| playing against a team that | |
| doesn't care if they win or lose-- | |
| how do you negotiate with someone | |
| like that?! | |
| HAL | |
| What are you talking about? | |
| JESSIE | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Gabe! Hal! They killed Frank! | |
| TIGHT ON - Gabe reacting. He grabs the radio. | |
| GABE | |
| Jessie! Are you alright? | |
| QUALEN | |
| I want the money--meet me at the | |
| highest point from where you are. | |
| Don't do it and we're going to | |
| see if your angel here can fly. | |
| Copy? | |
| GABE | |
| Copy. Jessie, go to the top of | |
| Bitker ladder. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (V.O.) | |
| Love's a killer, isn't it? | |
| The radio goes dead. Hal is staring at Gabe. | |
| HAL | |
| What are we going to do? | |
| GABE | |
| Give him the money. | |
| Gabe takes Delmar's radio from Hal. | |
| HAL | |
| I'm going with you. | |
| GABE | |
| Not on that leg. | |
| HAL | |
| Take the gun. | |
| GABE | |
| You keep it. Get up there if you | |
| can, and if you get a chance, do | |
| me a favor and kill him. | |
| He starts off towards the bridge. | |
| EXT. HELICOPTER | |
| The chopper, with Qualen in it, blasts over the lake, | |
| searching. | |
| INT. HELICOPTER | |
| Qualen scans the mountain side. He sees nothing. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (into the headset) | |
| Where are you, Walker? | |
| GABE | |
| (V.O.) | |
| You're getting warmer! | |
| HELICOPTER'S POV | |
| along the rock wall, up the side of the precipice and there | |
| is... | |
| GABE | |
| standing on the end of a narrow spur that juts out from the | |
| mountain like a diving board, holding the backpack over the | |
| edge. | |
| GABE | |
| I've got your luggage! Give me | |
| Jessie! | |
| The helicopter flies in low, circles him, nearly blowing Gabe | |
| over the edge with its whirlwind. Gabe dangles the money. If | |
| Qualen shoots him, the money falls, too. | |
| INT. HELICOPTER | |
| Qualen hovers the chopper in front of him. He puts the gun up | |
| against Jessie's head so that Gabe can see it. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Throw it up or I'll kill her. | |
| GABE | |
| (V.O.) | |
| You do, and the spring thaw is | |
| going to be worth a lot of cash! | |
| QUALEN | |
| The money! | |
| GABE | |
| WHEN SHE'S SAFE! | |
| EXT. SPUR | |
| The chopper hovers a safe distance away from the ledge. Gabe | |
| still stands on the overhang, the pack still held out over the | |
| edge. | |
| INT. HELICOPTER | |
| Qualen unlocks Jessie's cuffs. | |
| EXT. SPUR | |
| Hovering fifteen feet above Gabe, Jessie lowers herself down on | |
| the grappling cable. | |
| GABE | |
| Run! | |
| She doesn't. | |
| JESSIE | |
| What about you?! | |
| GABE | |
| RUN, DAMMIT!! | |
| She runs for the protection of the rocks. | |
| Gabe and Qualen stare at each other. | |
| Qualen levels his gun at Gabe through the open passenger door. | |
| QUALEN | |
| Let me have it!! | |
| Gabe hurls back the money like he was throwing an Olympic | |
| hammer above the chopper and into the blade. The sack | |
| disintegrates into a million pieces. | |
| GABE | |
| Don't you want to count it? | |
| Qualen glares at Gabe and aims his weapon. Gabe ducks beneath | |
| the chopper and hooks the cable to the top rung of Bitker | |
| Ladder. | |
| THE HELICOPTER | |
| spins around, Gabe instantly flattens to avoid the tail | |
| swinging past him and dashes away from the cliff's edge. | |
| Qualen wildly spins the chopper around looking for Gabe. The | |
| cable from the chopper reels out as the machine maneuvers. | |
| CLOSE ON JESSIE | |
| eyes widening with fear. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Run! Oh, my God! | |
| Gabe, realizing he does not stand a chance in the open, | |
| reverses field and runs for all he's worth toward the cliff's | |
| edge. | |
| THE HELICOPTER | |
| with its skids skipping just over the ground, gains on Gabe. | |
| GABE | |
| as he runs toward the mountain's edge. It's just a few feet | |
| ahead, but the chopper is almost on him. As it drops lower on | |
| the verge of overtaking him, he dives off the edge, FALLING. | |
| Gabe falls the first twenty feet of the long drop, then grabs | |
| a rung of the cable ladder. | |
| THE HELICOPTER | |
| flies low over the precipice, flying over the valley below. | |
| Gabe tries to frantically climb up the ladder when the cable | |
| connected to the chopper pulls taut, popping the bolts that | |
| hold the ladder in place, rung by rung. | |
| Qualen is disoriented by the sudden jolt. The engine strains | |
| as the ladder weighs the machine down. Gabe hangs on for dear | |
| life as the bolts holding the ladder continue to rip out. One | |
| bolt explodes from the wall and crashes into the exposed upper | |
| engine of the copter. Still going, the chopper strains' against | |
| the ladder. Thirty feet of it tethers the chopper to the wall. | |
| Gabe is dangling from the center of it. | |
| On the ladder, Gabe has one arm hooked around a rung, as the | |
| chopper thrashes the ladder up and down. | |
| HAL appears at the top in time to witness this. He sees a | |
| frantic Jessie and hobbles to her. | |
| INSIDE THE CHOPPER | |
| Qualen is totally enraged. | |
| INSERT - THE ENGINE | |
| as sparks fly, it slowly grinds to a halt. | |
| THE HELICOPTER | |
| still strains against the cable ladder, but the rotor blades | |
| slow. | |
| GABE ON LADDER | |
| stares at the stalling rotor. If it were possible for him to | |
| grip the ladder tighter, he'd do it now. | |
| JESSIE AND HAL | |
| JESSIE | |
| Oh, my God! | |
| HAL | |
| Climb, Gabe, climb! | |
| ON THE HELICOPTER | |
| As the rotor WHOPS to a dead halt, the chopper arcs down and | |
| slams against the mountain wall sideways. The winch cable is | |
| still caught in the ladder, and it holds. | |
| Gabe is shaken off by the massive impact. He falls, landing on | |
| the helicopter's side near the smoking propeller. As Gabe | |
| scrambles up for a solid hold, | |
| INSERT - THE WINCH CABLE | |
| One of the two rungs holding the chopper bursts. | |
| THE HELICOPTER | |
| slips, now hanging from just a single rung. Gabe is sliding | |
| off the machine but manages to angle his body and prop himself | |
| against the blade. | |
| CHOPPER ROOF | |
| Qualen crawls out the side, and as his head clears the doorway, | |
| he sees Gabe and fires his machine gun. Gabe ducks behind the | |
| base of the propeller as bullets rip into the side. The gun is | |
| empty and Qualen throws it aside and crawls out to challenge | |
| Gabe. | |
| GABE | |
| Come on--one last challenge! | |
| They latch into a death struggle against the center of the rear | |
| flank of the chopper. Qualen tries to gouge Gabe's eyes out, | |
| but Gabe manages to break free and pounds him repeatedly | |
| against the head. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| Hal tries to aim his weapon, but there is no clear shot. | |
| CUT TO - THE TREASURY CHOPPER | |
| Wright and Davis swing into view. Wright looks through | |
| binoculars. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| It's Qualen! Get me down there. | |
| CUT TO - THE LADDER | |
| The bolt supporting the ladder, which in turn supports the | |
| chopper, is being worked loose by the ensuing battle. With | |
| each of the men's movement the bolts slip further out. | |
| CUT TO - TREASURY CHOPPER | |
| The chopper drops lower and directly above Gabe and Qualen. | |
| The chopper's backwash makes the men appear as if they are | |
| battling in a hurricane. | |
| INT./EXT. CHOPPER | |
| Qualen manages to force Gabe's neck against the chopper's | |
| blades. Gabe manages to drop low and drive home several killer | |
| punches that now have Qualen on the verge of unconsciousness. | |
| Gabe feels a sudden snap, sharp movement of the fuselage. He | |
| realizes he has only seconds to live. Pulling himself away | |
| from Qualen, he prepares to jump. | |
| Qualen, with his last remaining strength, grabs his legs, | |
| tackling him. | |
| QUALEN | |
| We go together, Walker! | |
| Gabe tries to crawl towards the ladder. The bolt is | |
| milliseconds from snapping. | |
| Jessie frantically yelling down. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Gabe! Jump!! | |
| Qualen tightens his grip on Gabe's legs. | |
| QUALEN | |
| (hissingly) | |
| You lost! | |
| Gabe breaks a foot loose and kicks Qualen square in the head. | |
| GABE | |
| You fell. | |
| Qualen slides back and tumbles into the door opening, landing | |
| awkwardly against the dashboard. | |
| EXT. CHOPPER | |
| At the precise moment the chopper finally breaks loose. | |
| Gabe leaps, catching the final rung on the ladder. | |
| THE FALL - LONG SHOT | |
| Qualen's screams trail behind the helicopter as we follow the | |
| entire 4000 foot drop. | |
| INT. CHOPPER | |
| We see Qualen is flattened against the windscreen looking | |
| straight down as the ground furiously rushes forward. | |
| EXT. CHOPPER | |
| Gabe watches as the chopper falls nose first like an atomic | |
| bomb, finally exploding into a massive fireball on the valley | |
| floor. | |
| INT. TREASURY CHOPPER | |
| Wright turns to the pilot. | |
| WRIGHT | |
| Now that's justice. Let's get | |
| down there. | |
| EXT. SPUR | |
| Gabe turns and looks back at the wall. He struggles with his | |
| remaining strength to pull himself up on one rung. | |
| Gabe leans back, gripping the ladder, too tired to move. | |
| Just the thought of one more climb drains him. | |
| GABE | |
| (mumbling) | |
| Forget it. No way. I've had it. | |
| Before Gabe can take this any farther, a loop tied to the end | |
| of a rope falls next to him. Gabe looks up. The same old | |
| Douglas rope that he left with Jessie. | |
| ON THE EDGE - HAL | |
| has thrown the line down, Jessie is by his side. | |
| HAL | |
| Remember, keep your arms and legs | |
| in the vehicle at all times-- | |
| Gabe puts the loop around himself and tightens it by rote. | |
| Even this action aches. | |
| Hal and Jessie draw Gabe up. Gabe pulls some of his weight by | |
| using hand and foot holds, but when he reaches | |
| THE PRECIPICE EDGE | |
| Hal and Jessie are both winded from the effort of hauling Gabe | |
| onto the top. Gabe unties himself and collapses into Jessie's | |
| lap. | |
| HAL | |
| (winded, coiling rope) | |
| Jesus -- you think you could have | |
| put a little less effort into | |
| that climb? I thought you were | |
| in shape. | |
| Jessie embraces Gabe. They share the kiss of their lives. | |
| GABE | |
| The "old mouth to mouth" | |
| resuscitation routine. | |
| JESSIE | |
| There's a lot more where that | |
| came from. You're not leaving | |
| again? | |
| GABE | |
| And miss all of this peace and | |
| quiet? Never, right Hal? | |
| HAL | |
| Right. | |
| JESSIE | |
| Then it's a deal. | |
| They kiss as the camera pulls away to reveal the magnificent | |
| mountain range. | |