Ivan, Lora, and Jack move down slowly and are wary. Their
backpacks swing left-right giving them trouble on the
ballance.
Ivan looks more secure, measuring his steps carefully. Jack
is sloppy, Lora finds it difficult to handle the downing.
Lora bumps her shoe into a rock.
LORA
(painfully)
Ah shit!
IVAN
What?
LORA
I fucking think I broke my nail!
IVAN
Wanna me take a look?
LORA
No! I can manage it. Let's just
move on.
IVAN
Careful of the surroundings. Put
your feet like this.
He shows them positioning his feet horizontal to the trail.
IVAN (CONT'D)
This way you can control the force
pulling you down, ok?
JACK
Why don't we just swing these
backpacks down? This gonna get us
killed.
IVAN
To where? Just gonna have to do it
couple of feet down.
(beat)
Look, just move slowly and be
careful.
JACK
I hate to break the spirit but I
kind just felt a rain drop on my
nose.
LORA
God, no...
Ivan looks up.
IVAN
It's not gonna pour...just yet.
Let's move.
They continue down.
Lora misses her step heavily and almost drops down. She's
paining and swearing at herself at the same time.
IVAN
You ok?
(beat)
Let's make a quick break.
LORA
I think...my foot nails are done. I
can't feel them of pain.
IVAN
My feet are killing me too...We
should just hang on.
LORA
Ivan...let's go back. I'll sleep in
a fucking tent. I don't think I can
do this.
IVAN
You can. Just focus on the trail.
Jack approaches.
JACK
Yo, looks like gonna rain any
minute. Can we move the fuck along?
IVAN
Just give her some time...
Ivan stands up, moves little further down. Observes.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I think I see the road below! Far
away, but visible.
(beat)
The guy wasn't shitting us. This is
the right route. C'mon, let's move!
Ivan slides down carefully. Jack aids Lora get up. They both
follow.
As they move over the sight line, they see Ivan standing
still, gaping beneath him.
Jack leaves Lora, and moves slightly closer to Ivan. Now he
understands what is troubling Ivan.
Under them - a cascade into Neverland. Angle must be close
to 90 degrees, almost impossible to scroll down without
falling or hurting oneself seriously.
JACK
Shit...
Ivan scrubs his forehead. Man left outta ideas.
IVAN
(quietly)
We must go down...
JACK
Yeah, tell that to Lora...
LORA (O.S.)
Oh - my - fucking - GOD!!!
IVAN
I guess there's no need now...
Lora approaches seeing (not believing) what the guys see.
LORA
We must go up! Now!
IVAN
(checking the watch)
No time for that, sis...gonna get
dark very soon.
LORA
(pissed)
You telling me we have a shot of
two FUCKING hours to get down on
this slope?!?
IVAN
Calm down...
LORA
No, no...can't calm down anymore.
I'm going up. Alone, if I must!
IVAN
Good luck...
JACK
Guys, I really think it's just not
that scary as it looks.
(to Lora)
Honey...really...we came here for
adventure. Let's give it a go?
LORA
I can't believe this...
JACK
Look...
(makes tiny step)
Not so hard...
(to Ivan)
I'm giving it a go first.
IVAN
Watch your steps...
Jack tries to move down. Making the first serious step, the
backpack slams him over the head, making him almost fall.
Ivan and Lora startle.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Carefully!
Jack gestures that everything is ok. He continues slowly and
carefully - actually making some progress.
JACK
See? Nothing to it...
Suddenly, Jack slips hard - making a hard roll down.
He loses control, SCREAMING along the way.
Ivan and Lora rush to help, but they can only observe him
rolling harder and harder.
Pieces of rocks and dust embedded his body.
LORA
(screaming)
Jack! Oh, my God, Jack!!
IVAN
Grab something!!
(to Lora)
Going after him. Stay put!
Ivan streams down. Quick, but careful. A man who has clearly
done this before.
Jack tears himself apart. Already a zillion bruises on him,
face covered in dust and dirt.
He's sliding - maintaining the speed, desperately swinging
his arms to grab onto anything but rolling rocks.
He's completely disoriented, and his P.O.V. is rolling
along.
And in a moment all the motion stops.
Jack - not realizing how he managed to do so.
He slowly raises his head, measuring his spread arm -
grabbing onto - A HUMAN HAND.
Jack drops his strength in relief.
JACK
Oh...shit...thanks, Ivan...
But as the fuss settles, Ivan's SCREAMS are actually heard
from the way above.
Jack's confused.
He looks up, more focused this time.
It's just a piece of human hand - arising from the rocks.
Doesn't look alive either, having a blueish stroke all over
it, even brownish, smeared blood stains.
Jack jumps back with all his might.
JACK (CONT'D)
What the fuck!?
Ivan finally arrives. Immediately checks on Jack.
IVAN
You ok, man?
Jack doesn't even pay attention. Stares at something aside.
Ivan notices this. Looks back. Is taken aback.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Whoa! What the hell...
JACK
Don't tell me it's a human
hand...An actual human hand...
IVAN
Jesus...
JACK
It grabbed me...
IVAN
It grabbed you?
JACK
Or...I grabbed it...
IVAN
It's a dead body below.
Ivan starts removing the rocks around.
JACK
What the hell are you doing?
IVAN
C'mon help me. It could still be
alive.
JACK
Look at that color of the skin,
bro...This...whoever it was, is
long gone...
IVAN
Just dig!
Jack starts removing the rocks. Not looking really keen into
finding out who is below.
JACK
We're really screwed big
time,aren't we?
He examines his wounds.
JACK (CONT'D)
Every fucking bone in my body
hurts. How will we ever make it
down?
Ivan says nothing. Just removes the rocks through.
The shape of what was once a MAN starts appearing. Parts of
the head, torso, and other limbs.
It's a mess. Could've been here for weeks.
Jack jerks back,and covers his mouth.
JACK (CONT'D)
Oh, shit it stinks!
Ivan realizes the menace of the situation.
IVAN
We gotta call the police...
Ivan gets up and takes out his cell phone. Even now he
notices Lora standing close by, observing the whole ordeal.
She looks pale,on the verge of puking.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Lora...
LORA
(trembling voice)
What...who is he...?
IVAN
We don't know. Jack grabbed his arm
accidentally when he was falling
down.
JACK
Fucker saved my life...
LORA
(to Jack)
You think this is funny?
Jack backs down.
Ivan is puzzled, looking at his cell.
IVAN
Strange...It is down on
network...Jack, check yours.
Jack looks through his torn cloths.
JACK
It would be miracle if it survived
the fall...
He finds his cell, and takes it out.
JACK (CONT'D)
What is the number to call anyway?
I know 911 won't help.
IVAN
I don't know the local emergency
number. I think they're covered by
Europe's 112...
JACK
Shit. No net on mine too...
IVAN
Lemme take a look...
Ivan examines Jack's cell. Disappointed. Turns to Lora.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Lora, can you check yours too?
He notices Lora doesn't pay attention to him. She just
stares at the body covering her mouth.
LORA
What's that...on his chest?
Ivan glances at the body.
Meantime Jack takes the Lora's cell, checks it for network.
Ivan's puzzled too. Approaches closer to the body, mouth
covered.
Ivan kneels down. Takes an autopsy look.
There is a big black-reddish hole close to the man's heart.
Almost like something had popped out of him...or something
large has entered...
The wound looks familiar to Ivan.
IVAN
It's a bullet hole...
LORA
A what?!?
JACK
(not into the finding)
No net on this one either. What the
fuck is happening?
IVAN
It's a high-caliber bullet hole.
This guy has been gunned down...
(beat)
This isn't no accident...
JACK
What are you talking about?
Ivan rises and scans the surroundings nervously.
IVAN
We have to get out of this fucking
trail right now.
Ivan checks the sides of the trail. A couple of meters up to
go before climbing, but nothing to hold on to.
Ivan drops his backpack and tries to jump as high as he can.
Lora and Jack observe him.
JACK
What the hell is he doing?
LORA
I don't know...he said something of
a bullet hole...
JACK
A fucking what??
IVAN
Shit! We cannot climb this walls!
We need to get off the trail now!
(beat)
Let's move down.
JACK
Ivan...what the...We should report
this accident.
IVAN
It ain't no fucking accident. Guy's
been shot down!
LORA
We can't just leave him...
IVAN
We can't call anybody from here. We
must go down.
JACK
What 'bout that guy in the trailer?
IVAN
Look up! Can you climb this
vertical hauling backpack in the
condition you are?
JACK
Fuck the backpacks!
LORA
Let's just calm down...We need to
think...
(beat)
What are the chances all three of
us getting cut off the network?
IVAN
It could be the position we are at.
Something blocking the signal.
LORA
Can't we just yell? That guy up
there could probably hear us...
IVAN
He's too far away. No ones even
close to here. Take a look...
(beat)
Now, we are wasting time talking,
let's just get the hell outta here.
We can find police station down
there, we'll give them the location
of the body.
A metal-sounded buzzing ZIP like a bee SWOOSHES near Jack's
head.
Jack's even hardly aware of it.
JACK
What the fuck? Now bugs come bite?
Ivan freezes.
Another ZIP much closer, much menacingly sounding approach -
materializing itself into a --
-- hard hit to Jack's leg almost tearing it apart.
Jack SCREAMS in pain, and drops down instantly.
IVAN
(screaming)
JACK!!! GET DOWN!!!
Ivan ducks, dragging SCREAMING Lora with him.
Jack squids around AGONIZING. His leg is like part of a
broken toy, bouncing rocks holding on a thin thread of the
skin and muscle.
Blood all around. Armageddon sight.
IVAN (CONT'D)
It's a fucking sniper!
(gathering himself)
I gotta go help Jack. He gotta go
to hospital in this instance!
No sound whatever from Lora. Ivan looks behind him.
Lora is numbed as a stuffed animal - 100% shell-shocked. Her
pants are soaked wet around her legs.
Ivan ignores the emotional state his sister is in. She's not
shot, and that's enough for him.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Jack! Jack, stay down! You hear me,
Don't raise your head!
JACK
(outta control)
Ahhhh! My leg! Do you see my leg!
Ah, mom...Ah fuck me, my leg!!!
Ivan shakes Lora up. She finally looks at him.
IVAN
I'm gonna crawl to Jack. Just stay
put you hear me. Do not raise up,
ok?
Lora is non-responsive.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Jack! I'm coming to you, man. Just
try staying down, ok! I am gonna
get you to safety!
Jack is consumed by agony and SCREAMING.
Ivan slides his backpack carefully and gets down to his
belly.
He carefully observes the surroundings - his military
experience kicking in.
He starts crawling to Jack, dragging his backpack along as a
first aid type of cover.
Jack seems miles away.
— ⑥
EXT. ON THE STRIP - CONTINUES
Ivan, Lora, and Jack move down slowly and are wary. Their
backpacks swing left-right giving them trouble on the
ballance.
Ivan looks more secure, measuring his steps carefully. Jack
is sloppy, Lora finds it difficult to handle the downing.
Lora bumps her shoe into a rock.
LORA
(painfully)
Ah shit!
IVAN
What?
LORA
I fucking think I broke my nail!
IVAN
Wanna me take a look?
LORA
No! I can manage it. Let's just
move on.
IVAN
Careful of the surroundings. Put
your feet like this.
He shows them positioning his feet horizontal to the trail.
IVAN (CONT'D)
This way you can control the force
pulling you down, ok?
JACK
Why don't we just swing these
backpacks down? This gonna get us
killed.
IVAN
To where? Just gonna have to do it
couple of feet down.
(beat)
Look, just move slowly and be
careful.
JACK
I hate to break the spirit but I
kind just felt a rain drop on my
nose.
LORA
God, no...
Ivan looks up.
IVAN
It's not gonna pour...just yet.
Let's move.
They continue down.
EXT. ON THE STRIP - LATER
Lora misses her step heavily and almost drops down. She's
paining and swearing at herself at the same time.
IVAN
You ok?
(beat)
Let's make a quick break.
LORA
I think...my foot nails are done. I
can't feel them of pain.
IVAN
My feet are killing me too...We
should just hang on.
LORA
Ivan...let's go back. I'll sleep in
a fucking tent. I don't think I can
do this.
IVAN
You can. Just focus on the trail.
Jack approaches.
JACK
Yo, looks like gonna rain any
minute. Can we move the fuck along?
IVAN
Just give her some time...
Ivan stands up, moves little further down. Observes.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I think I see the road below! Far
away, but visible.
(beat)
The guy wasn't shitting us. This is
the right route. C'mon, let's move!
Ivan slides down carefully. Jack aids Lora get up. They both
follow.
As they move over the sight line, they see Ivan standing
still, gaping beneath him.
Jack leaves Lora, and moves slightly closer to Ivan. Now he
understands what is troubling Ivan.
Under them - a cascade into Neverland. Angle must be close
to 90 degrees, almost impossible to scroll down without
falling or hurting oneself seriously.
JACK
Shit...
Ivan scrubs his forehead. Man left outta ideas.
IVAN
(quietly)
We must go down...
JACK
Yeah, tell that to Lora...
LORA (O.S.)
Oh - my - fucking - GOD!!!
IVAN
I guess there's no need now...
Lora approaches seeing (not believing) what the guys see.
LORA
We must go up! Now!
IVAN
(checking the watch)
No time for that, sis...gonna get
dark very soon.
LORA
(pissed)
You telling me we have a shot of
two FUCKING hours to get down on
this slope?!?
IVAN
Calm down...
LORA
No, no...can't calm down anymore.
I'm going up. Alone, if I must!
IVAN
Good luck...
JACK
Guys, I really think it's just not
that scary as it looks.
(to Lora)
Honey...really...we came here for
adventure. Let's give it a go?
LORA
I can't believe this...
JACK
Look...
(makes tiny step)
Not so hard...
(to Ivan)
I'm giving it a go first.
IVAN
Watch your steps...
Jack tries to move down. Making the first serious step, the
backpack slams him over the head, making him almost fall.
Ivan and Lora startle.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Carefully!
Jack gestures that everything is ok. He continues slowly and
carefully - actually making some progress.
JACK
See? Nothing to it...
Suddenly, Jack slips hard - making a hard roll down.
He loses control, SCREAMING along the way.
Ivan and Lora rush to help, but they can only observe him
rolling harder and harder.
Pieces of rocks and dust embedded his body.
LORA
(screaming)
Jack! Oh, my God, Jack!!
IVAN
Grab something!!
(to Lora)
Going after him. Stay put!
Ivan streams down. Quick, but careful. A man who has clearly
done this before.
EXT. ON THE STRIP - JACK'S POSITION - CONTINUES
Jack tears himself apart. Already a zillion bruises on him,
face covered in dust and dirt.
He's sliding - maintaining the speed, desperately swinging
his arms to grab onto anything but rolling rocks.
He's completely disoriented, and his P.O.V. is rolling
along.
And in a moment all the motion stops.
Jack - not realizing how he managed to do so.
He slowly raises his head, measuring his spread arm -
grabbing onto - A HUMAN HAND.
Jack drops his strength in relief.
JACK
Oh...shit...thanks, Ivan...
But as the fuss settles, Ivan's SCREAMS are actually heard
from the way above.
Jack's confused.
He looks up, more focused this time.
It's just a piece of human hand - arising from the rocks.
Doesn't look alive either, having a blueish stroke all over
it, even brownish, smeared blood stains.
Jack jumps back with all his might.
JACK (CONT'D)
What the fuck!?
Ivan finally arrives. Immediately checks on Jack.
IVAN
You ok, man?
Jack doesn't even pay attention. Stares at something aside.
Ivan notices this. Looks back. Is taken aback.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Whoa! What the hell...
JACK
Don't tell me it's a human
hand...An actual human hand...
IVAN
Jesus...
JACK
It grabbed me...
IVAN
It grabbed you?
JACK
Or...I grabbed it...
IVAN
It's a dead body below.
Ivan starts removing the rocks around.
JACK
What the hell are you doing?
IVAN
C'mon help me. It could still be
alive.
JACK
Look at that color of the skin,
bro...This...whoever it was, is
long gone...
IVAN
Just dig!
Jack starts removing the rocks. Not looking really keen into
finding out who is below.
JACK
We're really screwed big
time,aren't we?
He examines his wounds.
JACK (CONT'D)
Every fucking bone in my body
hurts. How will we ever make it
down?
Ivan says nothing. Just removes the rocks through.
The shape of what was once a MAN starts appearing. Parts of
the head, torso, and other limbs.
It's a mess. Could've been here for weeks.
Jack jerks back,and covers his mouth.
JACK (CONT'D)
Oh, shit it stinks!
Ivan realizes the menace of the situation.
IVAN
We gotta call the police...
Ivan gets up and takes out his cell phone. Even now he
notices Lora standing close by, observing the whole ordeal.
She looks pale,on the verge of puking.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Lora...
LORA
(trembling voice)
What...who is he...?
IVAN
We don't know. Jack grabbed his arm
accidentally when he was falling
down.
JACK
Fucker saved my life...
LORA
(to Jack)
You think this is funny?
Jack backs down.
Ivan is puzzled, looking at his cell.
IVAN
Strange...It is down on
network...Jack, check yours.
Jack looks through his torn cloths.
JACK
It would be miracle if it survived
the fall...
He finds his cell, and takes it out.
JACK (CONT'D)
What is the number to call anyway?
I know 911 won't help.
IVAN
I don't know the local emergency
number. I think they're covered by
Europe's 112...
JACK
Shit. No net on mine too...
IVAN
Lemme take a look...
Ivan examines Jack's cell. Disappointed. Turns to Lora.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Lora, can you check yours too?
He notices Lora doesn't pay attention to him. She just
stares at the body covering her mouth.
LORA
What's that...on his chest?
Ivan glances at the body.
Meantime Jack takes the Lora's cell, checks it for network.
Ivan's puzzled too. Approaches closer to the body, mouth
covered.
EXT. IVAN'S POSITION NEXT TO THE BODY - CONTINUES.
Ivan kneels down. Takes an autopsy look.
There is a big black-reddish hole close to the man's heart.
Almost like something had popped out of him...or something
large has entered...
The wound looks familiar to Ivan.
IVAN
It's a bullet hole...
LORA
A what?!?
JACK
(not into the finding)
No net on this one either. What the
fuck is happening?
IVAN
It's a high-caliber bullet hole.
This guy has been gunned down...
(beat)
This isn't no accident...
JACK
What are you talking about?
Ivan rises and scans the surroundings nervously.
IVAN
We have to get out of this fucking
trail right now.
EXT. ON THE STRIP - JACK, IVAN, LORA POSITION - CONTINUES
Ivan checks the sides of the trail. A couple of meters up to
go before climbing, but nothing to hold on to.
Ivan drops his backpack and tries to jump as high as he can.
Lora and Jack observe him.
JACK
What the hell is he doing?
LORA
I don't know...he said something of
a bullet hole...
JACK
A fucking what??
IVAN
Shit! We cannot climb this walls!
We need to get off the trail now!
(beat)
Let's move down.
JACK
Ivan...what the...We should report
this accident.
IVAN
It ain't no fucking accident. Guy's
been shot down!
LORA
We can't just leave him...
IVAN
We can't call anybody from here. We
must go down.
JACK
What 'bout that guy in the trailer?
IVAN
Look up! Can you climb this
vertical hauling backpack in the
condition you are?
JACK
Fuck the backpacks!
LORA
Let's just calm down...We need to
think...
(beat)
What are the chances all three of
us getting cut off the network?
IVAN
It could be the position we are at.
Something blocking the signal.
LORA
Can't we just yell? That guy up
there could probably hear us...
IVAN
He's too far away. No ones even
close to here. Take a look...
(beat)
Now, we are wasting time talking,
let's just get the hell outta here.
We can find police station down
there, we'll give them the location
of the body.
A metal-sounded buzzing ZIP like a bee SWOOSHES near Jack's
head.
Jack's even hardly aware of it.
JACK
What the fuck? Now bugs come bite?
Ivan freezes.
Another ZIP much closer, much menacingly sounding approach -
materializing itself into a --
-- hard hit to Jack's leg almost tearing it apart.
Jack SCREAMS in pain, and drops down instantly.
IVAN
(screaming)
JACK!!! GET DOWN!!!
Ivan ducks, dragging SCREAMING Lora with him.
Jack squids around AGONIZING. His leg is like part of a
broken toy, bouncing rocks holding on a thin thread of the
skin and muscle.
Blood all around. Armageddon sight.
IVAN (CONT'D)
It's a fucking sniper!
(gathering himself)
I gotta go help Jack. He gotta go
to hospital in this instance!
No sound whatever from Lora. Ivan looks behind him.
Lora is numbed as a stuffed animal - 100% shell-shocked. Her
pants are soaked wet around her legs.
Ivan ignores the emotional state his sister is in. She's not
shot, and that's enough for him.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Jack! Jack, stay down! You hear me,
Don't raise your head!
JACK
(outta control)
Ahhhh! My leg! Do you see my leg!
Ah, mom...Ah fuck me, my leg!!!
Ivan shakes Lora up. She finally looks at him.
IVAN
I'm gonna crawl to Jack. Just stay
put you hear me. Do not raise up,
ok?
Lora is non-responsive.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Jack! I'm coming to you, man. Just
try staying down, ok! I am gonna
get you to safety!
Jack is consumed by agony and SCREAMING.
Ivan slides his backpack carefully and gets down to his
belly.
He carefully observes the surroundings - his military
experience kicking in.
He starts crawling to Jack, dragging his backpack along as a
first aid type of cover.
Jack seems miles away.