SOUND:
THE ALARM IS SHUT OFF.
CICERO:
Three of them- two men and a girl. Mr Lorrimer, I’m sorry.
SAM:
I know you are. I know you are. (TO THE OTHER LORRIMERS) Get after them!
SOUND:
SEVERAL LORRIMERS LEAVE.
SAM:
Not you, Jerry. Laura, Jonah, Patrick, I want you to stay, too. (TO CICERO) Cicero, can you hear me?
CICERO:
I can hear you, sir. I think it’s just a concussion.
SAM:
I blame you for this.
CICERO:
Sir-
SAM:
Don’t! Just- don’t. I know Ned was supposed to be in charge of all this, but we all know he put it in your hands. You let me down, Cicero. You let us all down.
CICERO:
Mr Lorrimer, I can make things right.
SAM:
Yes, you can. (TO THE REMAINING LORRIMERS) He’s all yours, kids.
SOUND:
THE LORRIMERS BEGIN TO SNARL.
CICERO:
(SCREAMS)
SOUND:
THEY ATTACK. THE TEARING OF CLOTHING IS FOLLOWED BY THE TEARING OF FLESH.
CICERO:
(HIS SCREAMS REACH THEIR HEIGHT WHEN...)
SOUND:
...BLOOD STARTS TO POUR. THE LORRIMERS LAP IT UP HUNGRILY.
SAM:
You see, Cicero? You were finally good for something. (CRIES OUT) Somebody find my brother!
SOUND:
ANOTHER PART OF THE MANSION. ALEXA, SALT AND BRUNO HURRY ALONG.
SALT:
I thought you said you knew the way out of here!
ALEXA:
I thought I did! We should’ve taken Cicero with us.
BRUNO:
Cicero wanted to feed us to those things!
ALEXA:
They’re not things, Bruno, they’re people.
SALT:
People who want to drink our blood.
BRUNO:
See?
SALT:
Alexa’s right – we should’ve taken Cicero.
BRUNO:
Huh?
SALT:
We need a hostage.
SOUND:
OFF-MIC, A TOILET FLUSHES. THE THREE STOP ABRUPTLY.
SALT:
(HISSES) Hold it!
SOUND:
SLOWLY, THE BATHROOM DOOR OPENS.
NED:
Goddam Mexicans go right through me- (HE SEES THE OTHERS) Shit.
BRUNO:
Got you a hostage, Salt.
SOUND:
THE HAMMER ON THE GUN IS COCKED.
BRUNO:
Hands up, fatso.
NED:
Where did you get that gun?
SALT:
We sent away for it. Who cares? You’re Ned Lorrimer, right?
BRUNO:
(WHEN LORRIMER DOESN’T REPLY) Right?
NED:
Right.
SALT:
You’re our insurance. Get moving.
NED:
Insurance?
ALEXA:
We know all about it, Ned.
NED:
All about..?
ALEXA:
We saw the whole thing from Cicero’s control room.
NED:
Oh, right. That.
SALT:
You’re going to show us the way out.
NED:
They’ll never let you just walk through the front door.
BRUNO:
Then find another way.
NED:
OK, just let me think. (SUDDENLY YELLS) They’re here! They’re over here! Come get them!
BRUNO:
(OVER NED’S “COME GET THEM!”) You bastard!
SOUND:
A SHOT IS FIRED.
ALEXA:
(SHRIEKS)
NED:
Aargh!
SALT:
Bruno, why the hell did you shoot him?
BRUNO:
Why the hell not!
SOUND:
FAR OFF-MIC, THE LORRIMERS APPROACH, WHOOPING.
SALT:
Shit, they heard us!
ALEXA:
We’ll never make it to the front door!
BRUNO:
So use a window.
SALT:
I already tried, they’re all locked.
SOUND:
BRUNO FIRES TWICE, SMASHING A WINDOW.
BRUNO:
Not so locked now. Let’s go.
SOUND:
THRU TO SEAGULL ISLAND EXTERIOR. COMMOTION INSIDE THE HOUSE CAN STILL BE HEARD FAINTLY, ALONG WITH EXTERIOR WILDLIFE NOISES. OUR THREE HEROES ARE TRYING TO MOVE RAPIDLY OVER ROUGH GROUND, BUT SALT IS LIMPING...
SALT:
(AND WINCING AUDIBLY WITH EACH STEP)
ALEXA:
How does someone injure themselves jumping from a first-storey window?!
SALT:
(IN PAIN, THROUGH GRITTED TEETH) I landed awkwardly, OK? I think I felt something break.
ALEXA:
Christ.
BRUNO:
You see that? The dock!
SALT:
The police launch – they got here before us!
ALEXA:
And they’re going to leave without us!
BRUNO:
Not a chance! Stay hidden!
SOUND:
THEY CROUCH DOWN BEHIND SOME VEGETATION.
SALT:
Bruno, what are you going to do?
BRUNO:
Just stay here, and be ready! I’ll be back.
SOUND:
HE RUNS OFF MIC, ACROSS MORE ROUGH GROUND AND ONTO THE WOODEN DOCK.
BRUNO:
(YELLING, AS HE RUNS OFF-MIC) Hey! Over here! We’re over here! Don’t leave! We’re the ones who called you! Over here!
ALEXA:
(OVER HIS SHOUTS) They see him!
SALT:
Thank God.
SOUND:
OFF-MIC, A SUDDEN BURTS FROM A MACHINE GUN.
BRUNO:
(OFF-MIC, YELLS AS HE’S HIT...)
SOUND:
...AND, OFF-MIC, COLLAPSES.
ALEXA:
Bruno!
SALT:
They killed him. The Lorrimers own the cops. Of course they do. Of course they do.
ALEXA:
It’s all over. We should just give ourselves up. They’re going to find us, anyway.
SALT:
You seriously want to die like... like the others?
ALEXA:
I don’t want to die any way, Salt, but we can’t protect ourselves now – Bruno had the gun, remember. There’s no way off this island!
SALT:
No, if we set foot on the dock... (AN IDEA STRIKES HIM) Wait, wait! Chris Craft!
ALEXA:
What?
SALT:
Motorboats! There’s a small marina for motorboats, it’s on the other side of the island!
ALEXA:
How do you know that?
SALT:
Five years ago, a scientist took some photos of Seagull Island as part of a study into natural erosion. The Lorrimers’ lawyers made him take them down, but I took a screen grab.
ALEXA:
And you only just remembered this now?
SALT:
I’ve been under a lot of pressure, OK?!
SOUND:
THRU TO THE LORRIMER MANSION. NED IS GROANING IN PAIN. MOMMA APPROACHES HIM.
NED:
(IN GREAT PAIN) Momma...
MOMMA:
(ENTIRELY UNSYMPATHETIC) Well, well, well. Just look at you, Nedrick.
NED:
Shot me, Momma. That son of a bitch shot me.
MOMMA:
Didn’t I tell you to watch your language, young man?
NED:
Momma, I’m hit!
MOMMA:
Yes, yes, it’s all about you, isn’t it? How foolish was I to think this was supposed to be my day?
NED:
I think I’m dying.
MOMMA:
You were always my biggest disappointment, Nedrick.
NED:
Momma...
MOMMA:
At least now you can make it up to me. (SHE SNARLS, ALL HUMANITY IS GONE FROM MER)
NED:
(IN A SUDDEN PANIC, LIKE CICERO BEFORE HIM) No, Momma, no! Nooooo!
SOUND:
THRU TO THE MARINA. LAPPING WATER OFF-MIC. FUEL IS BEING SPLASHED AROUND INDISCRIMINATELY.
ALEXA:
This isn’t going to work, Salt.
SALT:
Then you should’ve said so sooner.
ALEXA:
I thought I did.
SALT:
We can’t risk them following us. OK, that’s enough. Put the can down.
SOUND:
ALEXA SETS THE METAL CAN DOWN.
SALT:
Now get in. Watch your step, Alexa.
SOUND:
AWKWARDLY, SHE CLAMBERS INTO THE BOAT.
ALEXA:
You know how to work one of these boats?
SALT:
No, but I intend to learn in a hurry!
SOUND:
THRU TO ANOTHER PART OF THE ISLAND, NEAR THE MARINA. SAM LEADS A PARTY OF SEVERAL LORRIMERS.
SAM:
Not far now, pick up the pace, people!
SOUND:
SAM’S CELLPHONE RINGS. HE ANSWERS IT. (MOMMA’S VOICE IS DISTORTED OVER THE PHONE.
SAM:
Yeah?
MOMMA:
Did you get them?
SAM:
Momma? How’s Ned?
MOMMA:
Surprisingly palatable. Did you get them?
SAM:
Any minute, Momma. We’ve searched the grounds – the marina’s the only place they can be.
MOMMA:
I am very, very upset about this, Samuel.
SOUND:
DURING SAM’S DIALOG, THEY REACH THE MARINA. IT’S WET UNDERFOOT. IN THE BG, THE MOTORBOAT IS DEPARTING.
SAM:
I know how you feel, Momma, and trust me heads have already started to roll. But there are a lot of questions that need answering, and I suggest that right now we need to-
MOMMA:
You don’t get to suggest, young man! You just need to do what I tell you!
SAM:
Momma, we’re here! I’m going to have to call you- (YELLS TO THE LORRIMERS) They’re getting away! Everyone, into the boats! And call our friends in the
