Jack spots Ivan coming along. He instinctively tries to get
up, obviously never minding Ivan's pleas.
Ivan sees this.
IVAN (CONT'D)
No! Stay down. It's a sniper Jack.
He sees you up, he'll fire!
Jack is losing blood fast. He's pale face like a death mask
of a person he was just a couple minutes ago.
His body wants to live. Desperately trying to get up,and
reach for coming help.
Ivan stops moving. He looks back, checking on Lora.
JACK
Help me! You...help me...I don't
wanna die...fuck you, you help me!
IVAN
Just be put! I'm coming!
Tears overcome Ivan. The situation is so hopeless.
JACK
Oh God it hurts! Oh, it...so hurts!
(bursting to cry)
I wanna go home! Mom, I wanna go
home...please...
IVAN
Hang on Jack! I'm coming...
Ivan proceeds in crawling.
Jack's face becomes dull. The decision is made.
IVAN (CONT'D)
No, you fucking...
Jack makes a milestone push into standing up.
JACK
I'm going home, mom...
IVAN
No! Nooo!!!
Jack raises up, almost immediately receiving a bullet across
the face.
His cheek gets tore off, the upper side of the face
explodes, dropping his jaw solid on the ground.
Jack goes down silently like a trunk. He is gone.
IVAN (CONT'D)
(in rage)
NOOO! YOU STUPID FUCK!!! I TOLD YOU
TO STAY THE FUCK DOWN!!!
Ivan rolls around like a stepped on snake.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Oh God...Why...
Ivan is back to Lora. She looks even more devastating than
before. She trembles in shock.
Ivan puts all his attention on her now. Starting with the
bad news.
IVAN (CONT'D)
He's gone...Jack is dead, Lora.
Lora just stares at him. Face crumbled in emotions, but no
cry.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Oh, God...what the fuck happened?
Ivan checks his cell phone again. No network. At all.
LORA
(outta this world)
Where's Jack?
Ivan's not gonna go there again. He's into finding fast
solutions now.
IVAN
Drop you backpack. I don't know if
he can see us like this. We gotta
improvise some covers.
She doesn't move. Ivan takes out her backpack, and by
combining his own makes an L-shaped cover for them facing
the side where the bullets came.
He's obviously seen someone in shock before. He takes of his
jacket and puts it over Lora.
IVAN (CONT'D)
We can't phone help. Just gotta
stay low for now. We don't move. As
soon the night falls, we will
slowly crawl up to get help. Ok?
(beat)
Lora, you ok?
Lora gazes into nothing, looking calmer.
Ivan hugs her.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I'm gonna get you through this, ok?
I promise.
Ivan takes a peek tucked among the backpacks.
Nothing but bushes and outback out of his point of view.
He slowly goes back inside the shelter.
Lora dwells in her own world. Not crying but still quite
stirred.
Ivan looks at his watch. Checks the cell phone again.
Looks at his sister.
IVAN
Lora? Lora!
She doesn't react.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Gonna get dark soon enough. At my
mark, we slowly gonna go up, ok?
(beat)
I can't see anybody, which means
whoever is doing this is pretty far
from here. Probably not gonna move
after us on foot.
(beat)
I need you to be responsive, okay?
Can you move? We can't stop
half-way. Either we do this or we
stay here.
(beat)
But if we stay here, and night
comes, can't guarantee no one gonna
sneak up on us. Who knows if this
is only one guy or a bunch of
them...
Lora's away. So away it pisses Ivan off.
IVAN (CONT'D)
LORA!
She finally reacts, gazing at Ivan.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I need you here! I need you to be
focused so we can make it outta
this mess. Can you do that for me?
LORA
Is Jack coming?
IVAN
Jack's de... No... he's not coming
Lora... just you and me. We can do
this okay?
Lora nods. Ivan's relieved he finally managed to come
through to her.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Now, I believe he cannot reach us
through these backpacks, so just
crawl low and slide it next to you.
He shows her how to navigate.
IVAN (CONT'D)
You hear bullets or anything just
don't stop ok? Always move.
Lora nods but only God knows if she realizes what is to be
done next.
Ivan takes another peek to scout the surroundings when--
-- A CLOSE BY ZIP sound squishes, maybe just inches above
his head.
He immediately ducks down, making sure Lora is also down.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Fuck!
Lora starts SCREAMING, her head in her palms.
Another ZIP flies above them and then -- A hard kick into
one of the backpacks almost tearing it apart.
Ivan jerks back surprised. Lora taken aside, horrified.
Another hard kick making a bullet go through the backpack
almost scratching Ivan's leg.
They both crumble around as their haven just became a swiss
cheese.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Jesus, these must be 7.9 or higher
caliber rounds. We're dead meat
sitting here!
Lora exiles SCREAM after SCREAM. Ivan grabs her.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Calm down! Calm down!
Nothing calms Lora. She's hysterical at this point.
Ivan slams her across the face fairly. She is instantly
numb. Screaming has stopped.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Listen to me! We gotta move down.
LORA
No...No! NO, NO!!!
IVAN
We GOTTA! We cannot risk going up
it will slow us. These backpacks
are shit for cover, you saw what
bullets did to them!
(gathering the strength
to continue to speak)
Listen...if we go down, we can go
zig-zag...and we can go faster,
moving out of his scope...
(breaths heavy)
It's the best way... I can think
of... please, Lora...
Another ZIP above their heads. They both duck down.
Ivan awaits Lora's response. His eyes begg her.
She finally nods.
Ivan gets to the action. He searches through the backpacks
taking only the necessary stuff into smaller rucksack he
popped up from inside.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I think we have everything we would
need in this sack. We are ditching
the backpacks.
Takes the position to run. Lora slowly adjusts to his moves.
Bullet ZIP'S all over the place, but both of them are
overcoming the situation. Both calmly focus on the sprint.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Ok. As soon as he stops shooting,
he'll need to refill, we move.
Watch my mark.
Lora nods. This time, she really listens to her brother's
instructions on a sane level.
ZIPPING is no longer heard. Awkward silence, just like Ivan
predicted.
Ivan is deadly and focused on the downhill beneath them.
Practically no sight to its end.
IVAN (CONT'D)
GO!
They both kick in at the same time like a pair of well
adopted antelopes.
Lora does her best to catch up with Ivan sliding on the side
from one end of the trail to another.
Rocks sprinkle under their feet, and dust creates a haze all
around them. The best cover they have at the moment.
Lora takes a spin view to the left, spotting the wrecked
JACK'S BODY - she loses her grip, falls down, rolling.
Ivan immediately halts his movements, trying to aid his
sister.
Lora's anxiety kicks in again. She sits, trembling, about to
cry.
Ivan shakes her hard.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Hey! Hey! Stay with me!
(spots where Lora's
looking at)
We'll get back for him, but we need
to reach safety first. C'mon, let's
go!
Lora goes back on track. They both continue to zig-zag.
It looks like it is gonna work. They handle the vertical
downhill almost well.
Ivan can oversee the road beneath getting closer, but no
time to stop. He moves as quickly as he can.
He watches over his sister at the same time. Lora handles
the movements.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I can see the road below! We're
gonna make it! Just don't stop!
Stepping on a hard rock swing Ivan into free fall in a split
second.
He YELLS in pain.
Lora stops for a second to figure out what's going on.
Rushes down after her brother.
Ivan rolls without control. He bumps into rocks, desperately
trying to hold on to something.
A giant stone comes along his trail. No time to evade, Ivan
crushes in it with all his might.
A CRACKING sound sends Ivan onto the animal SCREAMING.
He's minced meat - bruises and dust all over him.
Lora arrives immediately rushing to help her brother. Her
hands all over his body, searching for injuries.
IVAN (CONT'D)
(gasping)
Down...get down...
Lora obeys, getting on her belly.
LORA
Oh my God! Are you hurt?
IVAN
I...think I broke...my arm.
LORA
Let me see! Let me see!
IVAN
No, no...you...can't immobilize it.
Just leave me...go...
LORA
No!
She tucks next to Ivan, panicked, observing her
surroundings.
Ivan tries to change his position. It hurts him like hell.
IVAN
We must go on...No hiding place
here.
LORA
Can you move?
IVAN
The only thing I can do right
now...
LORA
Ok, ok...let's do it.
Ivan assumes the sliding position, taking just a little more
leveling up when --
--A noisy ZIP comes along, scratching him hard onto the dead
arm, almost swinging it away.
Ivan immediately drops down again, YELLING. Lora follows him
and crawls along next to him.
IVAN
Son of a bitch, he shot me!
LORA
You're bleeding!
(panicky)
Tell me what to do!
Ivan looks at his wound through a tore up sleeve.
IVAN
It's a scratch...just rip my sleeve
apart and tie me up...
LORA
Stay with me, ok! Don't pass on me,
God damn it!
IVAN
We...we gotta move...
LORA
We can't move like this!
Already making an improvised bandage.
LORA (CONT'D)
Just stay put...
Ivan applies pressure to the wound. ROARS with all his
might.
IVAN
Now...
Lora makes swift moves to roll up Ivan's arm.
LORA
Is it okay?
Ivan takes a glance.
IVAN
Looks right...
(gathering strength to
talk)
Take me...to that stone...It'll
provide some shelters...
Lora starts dragging Ivan to the giant stone that broke his
arm.
Inch by inch, but they succeed. She tucks beneath his body,
keeping her position, lying on her belly.
Ivan observes her above, his head pressed on the stone, like
a wildlife pillow.
Surroundings are silent. No bullet buzzing. Some granted
moments of awkward peace.
They both breathe heavily just looking at each other.
Lora glares in fear of what her brother might say next.
Ivan's face is zen-ish. He made peace with what he had
chosen.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I reckon it's some 1500 feet 'till
the road...
LORA
We can do it...
IVAN
Check...check the cell phone for
net...work...
Lora slowly takes of Ivan's rucksack with a series of
complex inch-by-inch movements.
She looks inside and, takes out the crushed cell phone.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I guess we will be relieved of
checking that anymore...
LORA
Shit! I left mine in the backpacks.
Starts crying. Ivan cuddles her hair with his good arm.
IVAN
Shhhh...
— ⑦
EXT. ON THE STRIP - JACK'S POSITION
Jack spots Ivan coming along. He instinctively tries to get
up, obviously never minding Ivan's pleas.
Ivan sees this.
IVAN (CONT'D)
No! Stay down. It's a sniper Jack.
He sees you up, he'll fire!
Jack is losing blood fast. He's pale face like a death mask
of a person he was just a couple minutes ago.
His body wants to live. Desperately trying to get up,and
reach for coming help.
Ivan stops moving. He looks back, checking on Lora.
JACK
Help me! You...help me...I don't
wanna die...fuck you, you help me!
IVAN
Just be put! I'm coming!
Tears overcome Ivan. The situation is so hopeless.
JACK
Oh God it hurts! Oh, it...so hurts!
(bursting to cry)
I wanna go home! Mom, I wanna go
home...please...
IVAN
Hang on Jack! I'm coming...
Ivan proceeds in crawling.
Jack's face becomes dull. The decision is made.
IVAN (CONT'D)
No, you fucking...
Jack makes a milestone push into standing up.
JACK
I'm going home, mom...
IVAN
No! Nooo!!!
Jack raises up, almost immediately receiving a bullet across
the face.
His cheek gets tore off, the upper side of the face
explodes, dropping his jaw solid on the ground.
Jack goes down silently like a trunk. He is gone.
IVAN (CONT'D)
(in rage)
NOOO! YOU STUPID FUCK!!! I TOLD YOU
TO STAY THE FUCK DOWN!!!
Ivan rolls around like a stepped on snake.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Oh God...Why...
EXT. ON THE STRIP - LORA'S POSITION
Ivan is back to Lora. She looks even more devastating than
before. She trembles in shock.
Ivan puts all his attention on her now. Starting with the
bad news.
IVAN (CONT'D)
He's gone...Jack is dead, Lora.
Lora just stares at him. Face crumbled in emotions, but no
cry.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Oh, God...what the fuck happened?
Ivan checks his cell phone again. No network. At all.
LORA
(outta this world)
Where's Jack?
Ivan's not gonna go there again. He's into finding fast
solutions now.
IVAN
Drop you backpack. I don't know if
he can see us like this. We gotta
improvise some covers.
She doesn't move. Ivan takes out her backpack, and by
combining his own makes an L-shaped cover for them facing
the side where the bullets came.
He's obviously seen someone in shock before. He takes of his
jacket and puts it over Lora.
IVAN (CONT'D)
We can't phone help. Just gotta
stay low for now. We don't move. As
soon the night falls, we will
slowly crawl up to get help. Ok?
(beat)
Lora, you ok?
Lora gazes into nothing, looking calmer.
Ivan hugs her.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I'm gonna get you through this, ok?
I promise.
EXT. ON THE STRIP - LORA AND IVAN'S POSITION - LATER
Ivan takes a peek tucked among the backpacks.
Nothing but bushes and outback out of his point of view.
He slowly goes back inside the shelter.
Lora dwells in her own world. Not crying but still quite
stirred.
Ivan looks at his watch. Checks the cell phone again.
Looks at his sister.
IVAN
Lora? Lora!
She doesn't react.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Gonna get dark soon enough. At my
mark, we slowly gonna go up, ok?
(beat)
I can't see anybody, which means
whoever is doing this is pretty far
from here. Probably not gonna move
after us on foot.
(beat)
I need you to be responsive, okay?
Can you move? We can't stop
half-way. Either we do this or we
stay here.
(beat)
But if we stay here, and night
comes, can't guarantee no one gonna
sneak up on us. Who knows if this
is only one guy or a bunch of
them...
Lora's away. So away it pisses Ivan off.
IVAN (CONT'D)
LORA!
She finally reacts, gazing at Ivan.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I need you here! I need you to be
focused so we can make it outta
this mess. Can you do that for me?
LORA
Is Jack coming?
IVAN
Jack's de... No... he's not coming
Lora... just you and me. We can do
this okay?
Lora nods. Ivan's relieved he finally managed to come
through to her.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Now, I believe he cannot reach us
through these backpacks, so just
crawl low and slide it next to you.
He shows her how to navigate.
IVAN (CONT'D)
You hear bullets or anything just
don't stop ok? Always move.
Lora nods but only God knows if she realizes what is to be
done next.
Ivan takes another peek to scout the surroundings when--
-- A CLOSE BY ZIP sound squishes, maybe just inches above
his head.
He immediately ducks down, making sure Lora is also down.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Fuck!
Lora starts SCREAMING, her head in her palms.
Another ZIP flies above them and then -- A hard kick into
one of the backpacks almost tearing it apart.
Ivan jerks back surprised. Lora taken aside, horrified.
Another hard kick making a bullet go through the backpack
almost scratching Ivan's leg.
They both crumble around as their haven just became a swiss
cheese.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Jesus, these must be 7.9 or higher
caliber rounds. We're dead meat
sitting here!
Lora exiles SCREAM after SCREAM. Ivan grabs her.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Calm down! Calm down!
Nothing calms Lora. She's hysterical at this point.
Ivan slams her across the face fairly. She is instantly
numb. Screaming has stopped.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Listen to me! We gotta move down.
LORA
No...No! NO, NO!!!
IVAN
We GOTTA! We cannot risk going up
it will slow us. These backpacks
are shit for cover, you saw what
bullets did to them!
(gathering the strength
to continue to speak)
Listen...if we go down, we can go
zig-zag...and we can go faster,
moving out of his scope...
(breaths heavy)
It's the best way... I can think
of... please, Lora...
Another ZIP above their heads. They both duck down.
Ivan awaits Lora's response. His eyes begg her.
She finally nods.
Ivan gets to the action. He searches through the backpacks
taking only the necessary stuff into smaller rucksack he
popped up from inside.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I think we have everything we would
need in this sack. We are ditching
the backpacks.
Takes the position to run. Lora slowly adjusts to his moves.
Bullet ZIP'S all over the place, but both of them are
overcoming the situation. Both calmly focus on the sprint.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Ok. As soon as he stops shooting,
he'll need to refill, we move.
Watch my mark.
Lora nods. This time, she really listens to her brother's
instructions on a sane level.
ZIPPING is no longer heard. Awkward silence, just like Ivan
predicted.
Ivan is deadly and focused on the downhill beneath them.
Practically no sight to its end.
IVAN (CONT'D)
GO!
EXT. LORA AND IVAN'S POSITION - MOVING
They both kick in at the same time like a pair of well
adopted antelopes.
Lora does her best to catch up with Ivan sliding on the side
from one end of the trail to another.
Rocks sprinkle under their feet, and dust creates a haze all
around them. The best cover they have at the moment.
Lora takes a spin view to the left, spotting the wrecked
JACK'S BODY - she loses her grip, falls down, rolling.
Ivan immediately halts his movements, trying to aid his
sister.
Lora's anxiety kicks in again. She sits, trembling, about to
cry.
Ivan shakes her hard.
IVAN (CONT'D)
Hey! Hey! Stay with me!
(spots where Lora's
looking at)
We'll get back for him, but we need
to reach safety first. C'mon, let's
go!
Lora goes back on track. They both continue to zig-zag.
It looks like it is gonna work. They handle the vertical
downhill almost well.
Ivan can oversee the road beneath getting closer, but no
time to stop. He moves as quickly as he can.
He watches over his sister at the same time. Lora handles
the movements.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I can see the road below! We're
gonna make it! Just don't stop!
Stepping on a hard rock swing Ivan into free fall in a split
second.
He YELLS in pain.
Lora stops for a second to figure out what's going on.
Rushes down after her brother.
EXT. IVAN'S POSITION - MOVING
Ivan rolls without control. He bumps into rocks, desperately
trying to hold on to something.
A giant stone comes along his trail. No time to evade, Ivan
crushes in it with all his might.
A CRACKING sound sends Ivan onto the animal SCREAMING.
He's minced meat - bruises and dust all over him.
EXT. IVAN'S POSITION - CONTINUES
Lora arrives immediately rushing to help her brother. Her
hands all over his body, searching for injuries.
IVAN (CONT'D)
(gasping)
Down...get down...
Lora obeys, getting on her belly.
LORA
Oh my God! Are you hurt?
IVAN
I...think I broke...my arm.
LORA
Let me see! Let me see!
IVAN
No, no...you...can't immobilize it.
Just leave me...go...
LORA
No!
She tucks next to Ivan, panicked, observing her
surroundings.
Ivan tries to change his position. It hurts him like hell.
IVAN
We must go on...No hiding place
here.
LORA
Can you move?
IVAN
The only thing I can do right
now...
LORA
Ok, ok...let's do it.
Ivan assumes the sliding position, taking just a little more
leveling up when --
--A noisy ZIP comes along, scratching him hard onto the dead
arm, almost swinging it away.
Ivan immediately drops down again, YELLING. Lora follows him
and crawls along next to him.
IVAN
Son of a bitch, he shot me!
LORA
You're bleeding!
(panicky)
Tell me what to do!
Ivan looks at his wound through a tore up sleeve.
IVAN
It's a scratch...just rip my sleeve
apart and tie me up...
LORA
Stay with me, ok! Don't pass on me,
God damn it!
IVAN
We...we gotta move...
LORA
We can't move like this!
Already making an improvised bandage.
LORA (CONT'D)
Just stay put...
Ivan applies pressure to the wound. ROARS with all his
might.
IVAN
Now...
Lora makes swift moves to roll up Ivan's arm.
LORA
Is it okay?
Ivan takes a glance.
IVAN
Looks right...
(gathering strength to
talk)
Take me...to that stone...It'll
provide some shelters...
Lora starts dragging Ivan to the giant stone that broke his
arm.
Inch by inch, but they succeed. She tucks beneath his body,
keeping her position, lying on her belly.
Ivan observes her above, his head pressed on the stone, like
a wildlife pillow.
Surroundings are silent. No bullet buzzing. Some granted
moments of awkward peace.
They both breathe heavily just looking at each other.
Lora glares in fear of what her brother might say next.
Ivan's face is zen-ish. He made peace with what he had
chosen.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I reckon it's some 1500 feet 'till
the road...
LORA
We can do it...
IVAN
Check...check the cell phone for
net...work...
Lora slowly takes of Ivan's rucksack with a series of
complex inch-by-inch movements.
She looks inside and, takes out the crushed cell phone.
IVAN (CONT'D)
I guess we will be relieved of
checking that anymore...
LORA
Shit! I left mine in the backpacks.
Starts crying. Ivan cuddles her hair with his good arm.
IVAN
Shhhh...