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Scene Workshop 1
Mar 14th, 2012 by paul peditto

Dorothy Parker founded the “hate writing, love having written” school. One of her beefs was rewriting.

As every one of us knows, you can stare at a problem scene for hours and just be stuck. You know the damn script better than anyone but it doesn’t help get you to any sort of solution. You can’t figure it out.

Then you get your hands on a friend’s script and can see, clear as day, not just every pimply zit in his script, but the obvious solution to all his life’s troubles.

Why is that?

The pressure is off. It’s always easier to see the errors in the other guy’s script. You have detachment, objectivity. You don’t have four months of writing invested. It’s no sweat to come in and be the hero with your ever-so-unique opinions.
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Rule Breakers: Quentin Tarantino
Mar 6th, 2012 by paul peditto

Might be sacrilege for my 19 year-olds at Columbia College, but no, I don’t love all his movies.

Tarantino, for me, is the mad video clerk who has seen 10,362 movies. He has total recall, can sample, skim, or outright steal from the obscure Korean flick you never saw and do it so artfully, you’ll never know it was ever done. Picasso told us, “good artists borrow, great artists steal.” There’s much more to Tarantino than this aspect, though.

Make no mistake: Tarantino will be around hundreds of years from now. Inglorious Basterds, Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill are for the ages. Are they on my Top 100 stuck-on-a-desert-island list? Hell no. All style, little substance, few female characters of any depth, violence reduced to cartoon level. Bloody body counts rise and I just kinda…shrug. It’s Roadrunner shit, death with no stakes or meaning.

But style…holy Christ, the style! When you get an esque after your name, the debate on whether it was deserved or not is pretty much academic.

Have you read the guy’s scripts? You should.

Just like with Shane Black, by some alchemy, reading a Tarantino script is a unique experience. Nobody writing for genre can write dialogue at his level. The action sequences are unparalleled. One pictures Tarantino at the computer having a grand old time and the reading experience is similar: It’s hellava lotta fun to read his stuff. Breaks tons of rules in the process but it’s utterly beside the point– He tells a story like few others.

How about if we start with his most recent, Inglorious Basterds. Apologies for running the dialogue long, but I want it to sink in: This isn’t even half the scene. We’re talking about one of the most remarkable set piece to open a movie. A 10+ minute dialogue scene OVER A TABLE, totally static except for the camera tilting down to show the Jewish family beneath them, their survival hanging on every word between the farmer and Nazi Hunter. It’s pure Hitchcock, the definition of suspense…but Hitchcock’s bomb under the table is the Jewish family. How many screenwriters have the chops to pull off ten solid minutes of interrogation to open a movie? Tarantino shatters the screenplay manuals that tell the new writer it’s the visual over verbal, show don’t tell.

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Rule Breakers: Shane Black
Feb 27th, 2012 by paul peditto

This will be the first in a series of rule breakers. I love a good hell raiser and I’ll attempt to highlight a few here. By doing so I’ll likely be contradicting a ton of rules that I’ve thrown at you before. Not to try to be an asshole, but the only absolute in screenwriting is that there are no absolutes. 

You need to learn the rules so you can forget the rules. That’s why, ultimately, I’m not a hater of film schools. There’s a place for this knowledge. It’s a no-brainer that doing a thing beats talking about doing a thing. So, while it’s all well and good for me to peel off 15 or 20 posts about Format or Structure, it’s far better to watch a master break most, if not all the traditional rules of screenwriting, and not just get away with it, but have an entire style associated with his writing.

Shane Black worship. I admit, just looking at the dude’s movies, I never quite understood it: Lethal Weapon, Last Action Hero, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang…any of them Top 100 for you? Not even in sniffing range here. But–and I’m still not sure by what magic this happens–when you read Shane Black’s scripts, you can help but love the guy. There is truly nobody who writes like him.

Let’s look at a few passages from his work to try to figure it out. I tried to cut and paste an action sequence from Last Action Hero, but it’s not taking, so I’ll just link it here. Read pages 3-6, here:

Do you think Producers would bust Shane Black’s balls about that obscure reference to Bugsy Siegel? How about his endless use of (beat) and (pause) parentheticals or his CAPPING DIALOGUE, thus giving the actors line readings? That’s not the screenwriters job, as about a thousand screenplay consultants with zero screen credits will tell you. How about the WE SEE’S, and the freakin’ CAMERA DIRECTION! Even a freshman film student knows you never do that. Guess Shane Black missed the memo…

More like he took it to the smallest room in the house, and flushed ‘em right down the toilet.

If you’re good enough, you can break the rules and get away with it. That’s a terrific action sequence that screams of style–defined as writer’s voice.

Let’s look at how a million dollar script opens, from Lethal Weapon:

     FADE IN:

     CITY OF ANGELS

     lies spread out beneath us in all its  splendor,  like  a
     bargain basement Promised Land.

     CAMERA SOARS, DIPS, WINDS its way SLOWLY  DOWN,  DOWN,
     bringing us IN OVER the city as we:

     SUPER MAIN TITLES.

     TITLES END, as we --

     SPIRAL DOWN TOWARD a lush, high-rise apartment complex.
     The moon reflected in glass.

     CAMERA CONTINUES TO MOVE IN THROUGH billowing curtains,
     INTO the inner sanctum of a  penthouse  apartment,  and
     here, boys and girls, is where we lose our breath,
     because --

     spread-eagled on a sumptuous designer sofa lies the
     single most beautiful GIRL in the city.
     Blonde hair. A satin nightgown that positively  glows.
     Sam Cooke MUSIC, crooning from five hundred dollar
     SPEAKERS.

     PASTEL colors. Window  walls.  New  wave  furniture  tor-
     tured into weird shapes.  It looks like robots live here.

     On the table next to the sleeping Venus  lies  an  open
     bottle of pills ... next to that, a mirror dusted with
     cocaine.

     She rouses herself to smear some powder  on  her  gums.
     As she does, we see from her eyes that she is thoroughly,
     completely whacked out of her mind...

     She stands, stumbles across the room, pausing to glance
     at a photograph on the wall:

     Two men.  Soldiers.  Young, rough-hewn, arms around each
     other.

     The Girl throws open the glass doors ... steps out onto a
     balcony, and there, beneath her, lies  all  of  nighttime
     L.A.  Panoramic splendor.  Her hair flies, her expression.
     rapt, as she stands against this sea of technology.  She
     is beautiful.

     On the balcony railing beside her  stand  three  potted
     plants.

     The Girl sees them, picks one up.  Looks over the balcony
     railing ... It is ten stories down to the parking lot.
     she squints, holds the plant over the edge.

                         GIRL
               Red car.

     Drops the plant.  Down it goes, spiralling end over end
     -- until, finally ... BAM --  !  SHATTERS.  Dirt  flies.  A
     red Chevy is now minus a WINDSHIELD.  The Girl takes
     another plant.

                         GIRL
               Green car.

     She drops it.  Green Dodge.  Ten stories below, BAM
     Impact city.  Scratch one paint job.  Grabs the final
     plant and holds it out, saying:

                         GIRL
               Blue car.

     POW.  GLASS SHATTERS.  Dirt sprays.  A blue BMW this
     time.  The Girl loves this game ... her expression is
     slightly crazed.  She reaches for another plant --
     There aren't any.  Her smile fades -- And for a moment,
     just a moment, the dullness leaves her eyes and she is
     suddenly, incredibly sober.  And tears fill her eyes as
     she looks over the edge --

                         GIRL
               Yellow car.

     And jumps the railing. Plummets, head  over  heels  like  a
     rag doll. Hits the yellow car  spot  on.  She  lies,  dead,
     like an extinguished dream.  Still beautiful.

Love his use of -- within the descriptive paragraph. His style is jagged, zero fat, in your face.
Again, I'm more a fan of the script than the movie, but it shows that you've got to come out guns
blazing on page 1. Grab the reader by the throat and never let go.

One more from LETHAL WEAPON…notice how fast you read this, how your eye is forced down the page:


86   MURTAUGH'S POV                                                  86

     reveals a crowd of people, milling back and forth, he
     has no idea where the sniper is,  and  suddenly  BAM  --  !
     The wood blows out not two inches  from  his  head  and  he
     ducks, and meanwhile -- back outside ...

87   MARTIN RIGGS                                                     87

     He's on the move. He jogs ... trots ... runs ...  Noticing  a
     lone man in black, striding quickly across the lawn,
     striding into the crowd ... toward the edge of  the  bluff  ...
     Things happen fast now, pay attention, as -- The man
     turns, sees Riggs ... Riggs sees him... and the man is
     none other than Mr. Joshua.  Crew cut.  Sunglasses.
     Moving fast.

88   MURTAUGH                                                         88

     diving out the window.  Hits.  Rolls, comes up.  Scream-
     ing, waving at Riggs ...

89   RIGGS                                                            89

     Gun out ... moving fast,  shoving  through  the  crowd,  people
     screaming now, "Jesus, he's got a gun -- !" Running
     across the lawn,  Murtaugh  thirty  yards  behind,  moving,
     hard and fast,  both  guns  drawn,  pushing/shoving,  knock-
     ing people ass over teacups and meanwhile let us not
     forget --

90   JOSHUA                                                          90

     moving at a dead run, now, gun out ... at the edge of the
     cliff. People all  around  him,  confused,  I  mean  Jesus,
     what the hell is all  this  shooting  about,  and  Riggs  can't
     get a clear shot ... He's sweeping the  gun,  back  and  forth,
     bodies crossing in front of him... all the wrong bodies,
     Goddammit...!  Moving forward, shouting:

                         RIGGS
               Lie down!!!  Down!!!

     Murtaugh, springing hell bent  for  leather  --  and  folks,
     grab your hats ... because just then,  a  BELL  COBPA  HELI-
     COPTER crests the edge of the bluff.

     An explosion of sound...
     As it rises like an avenging angel ...
     Hovers, shattering the air with turbo-throb, sandblasting
     the hillside with a roto-wash of loose dirt, tables,
     chairs, everything that's not nailed down ...

     Screaming, chaos, frenzy.
     Three words that apply to this scene.

     And in the midst of all this -- Joshua steps onto the
     chopper and is hauled inside.
     No expression.
     The total professional.
     And then, my friends, it's bye-bye time.  The CHOPPER
     ROARS like a behemoth, tilts --
     slips over the side and plummets away ...

     Slick.  Very slick.
     Except Martin Riggs it not impressed.

     He's still running, you see ...
     Dives flat at the edge of the cliff, nearly flings
     himself over the damn edge ...
     GUN extended like it's part of his arm...
     Finger flat on the trigger ...
     Blowing SHOT after SHOT at the retreating chopper ...
     BAM-BAM-BAM        His face contorted in a rictus of
     animal concentration...

     And he wings the chopper, even.  POP
     spray of fiberglass, but nossir, no cigar...
     cause the damn chopper flies away.

     And Riggs dumps his magazine, stuffs in a new one ...
     and Jesus Christ he keeps FIRING.

     As Murtaugh walks up beside him.  Stares down.
     Gun held loose at his side.

     Riggs still FIRES, BAM-BAM-BAM
     doesn't know it yet ...
     Until his MAGAZINE CLICKS empty.

     He lies flat.
     Stares.
     People screaming, running away.
     Murtaugh standing over him, staring down at this animal
     with a gun, who even now refuses to  look  away  from  the
     retreating chopper, whose gun even now continues to
     follow its course out over the sea.

     Hands, clutching tlie barrel.
     Finally, they relax.
     Riggs shuts his eyes.
     Murtaugh stares.

“It rises like an avenging angel …Hovers, shattering the air with turbo-throb,
sandblasting the hillside with a roto-wash of loose dirt, tables, chairs,
everything that’s not nailed down …”

Your action sequences can be functional, they can be who is in the shot and what’s happening, what is the camera seeing now
like all the screenwriting books tell you–or they can be edgy, risky, pure poetry like this.

Shane Black…

Nobody like him.

 


                
Order, Chaos, Reorder: Character Arcs (Part 2)
Feb 18th, 2012 by paul peditto

Here’s Part Two of famous movies with serious character arcs. I point these out not to say that the characters in each of your scripts HAVE to make such journeys, only that you should define the journey. Where does the character arc begin (Point A/ORDER), where does it change (Point P/CHAOS), and where does it end (Point Z-REORDER)?

  • Pretty Woman

ORDER:

Richard Gere plays a wheeler-dealer multimillionaire who tires of Vogue models and decides to pick up a streetwalker(I buy that, no problem!) who happens to be Julia Roberts(I buy that too, Julia selling it on a street corner, sure…) What follows has followed since the time of Pompeii and Herculaneum. They go back to his place for martinis, a romp in the mud bath, the cash left on the bed, etcetera. Only…

CHAOS:

There’s a complication. Julia Roberts being Julia Roberts, she’s just so damn quirky, charming, and smoking hot…multimillionaire Gere falls for her! The mixture of bourgeois and proletariat is a strict no-no in Gere’s social circle and Roberts causes quite the commotion at the Polo Club. Her identity is revealed, causing even greater ripples of scandal among the bon-vivant crowd. The idea of Gere actually cavorting with a common prostitute is an outrage. Gere’s lawyer does everything he can to break them apart and appears to succeed. But…

REORDER:

Love triumphs in the end! Julia Roberts being Julia Roberts, no way Gere lets her walk away. The multimillionaire and the prostitute will marry! The chances at the top of the movie(Point A) that Richard Gere ends up with a hooker are not great, yet here we are at the end of the movie(Point Z) and it feels right–to the tune of a 460+ million box office take.

  • The Shining

ORDER:

Jack Nicholson plays Jack Torrance, a writer and family man. He takes a job as caretaker of the Overlook Hotel, hoping the solitude of the gig will help in his attempt to finish his novel. With him are wife Shelley Duvall and their freckle-faced boy Danny. The family is awed and inspired when they get to the hotel. Staff is leaving, winter is upon them, the snows soon to come.

CHAOS:

Flash forward a month: Jack’s writing is going nowhere. Shelly and son entertain themselves in the shrub maze around the vast grounds. Snow knocks out access to the hotel and the phone lines are down. Also, with the solitude,  some flat-out weird shit starts happening at the Overlook Hotel: Jack walks into the somehow populated Gold Room to be told by Grady, the ghost of a previous caretaker, that the joint is located on an old Indian burial site. Danny sees a pair of twin girls who lead him to Room 237 and a crazy woman. Danny’s bruises lead to Shelley thinking Jack has smacked freckled-face Danny around and they argue. Grady tells Jack he’s going to have to discipline his family. Shelley, freaked out, comes down to discover the novel Jack’s been working on for months is page after page of gibberish. Jack, in all-work-and-no-play-makes-Jack-a-dull-boy mode swings his baseball bat at her, she races back to the room to find Danny drawing RED RUM backward in lipstick and…well, life could be better.

REORDER:

Jack’s on the loose with his axe, killing psychic Scatman Crothers, truly becoming the Honey, I’m Home bloody caretaker of the Overlook Hotel, stalking Shelley and Danny, ending up a frozen meatsicle in the maze, a quick glance at an old photo showing he was, truly, always the caretaker at the Overlook.

  • Bucket of Blood

ORDER:

Walter Paisley is a busboy at a beatnik cafe. He digs the scene and is a likeable enough fellow. He doesn’t have the artistic pretensions of seemingly everyone around him, and is sometimes the butt of their intellectual jokes. Walter would love to be touched by the muse, but as he goes home for the night, no one would ever confuse him for an artist.

CHAOS:

Walter accidentally kills the landlady’s cat. Trying to cover up his mistake, he finds a leftover supply of plaster and mortar kit, sealing the cat in plaster. He brings his “sculpture” back to cafe, calling it Dead Cat, his first sculpture and artistic statement. It received by the bohemian artists as a powerful first artistic achievement. They hail Walter and welcome into the realm of artists. Walter is trailed back to his apartment by an undercover cop and accidentally kills him too, making him into sculpture two. The bohemians at the cafe are blown away, calling Water a genius, pressing him for now sculptures. Walter has a problem–in order to further his artistic career, he’s got to keep killing people. Walter dispatches a worker in a lumber yard, then kills a blonde model and he makes her sculpture #4. A show of Walter’s art is planned, a celebration of Walter’s transformation into artistic wunderkind.

REORDER:

The showing of Walter’s sculptures is going wonderfully, until a piece of plaster chips away, showing a human finger. Screams and commotion among the bohemians. Walter has walked home with the girl of his dreams with the bohemians and police in full pursuit. They chase him back to his apartment to find Walter in the place where all serial killers and bad sculptors eventually go. The journey from busboy to wannabe Jackson Pollack, complete.

  • The Lawnmover Man

 

ORDER:

The Wikipedia synopsis is quite good here:

“Dr. Lawrence Angelo (Pierce Brosnan) works for Virtual Space Industries. His part in “Project 5″ involves increasing the intelligence of chimpanzees using drugs and virtual reality. One of the experiment’s chimps escapes using the warfare technology that he was being trained to use. Dr. Angelo is revealed as generally a pacifist, who would much rather explore the intelligence-enhancing potential of his research without having to apply it for military purposes.

Jobe Smith (Jeff Fahey) is a local greenskeeper (the “lawnmower man” of the title) who has an unspecified learning disability. He lives in the garden shed owned by the local priest, Father Francis McKeen (Jeremy Slate). McKeen’s brother, Terry (Geoffrey Lewis), is a local landscape gardener and employs Jobe to help him with odd jobs. Father McKeen, who is apparently Jobe’s guardian, takes to punishing the challenged Jobe with a belt when he apparently fails to complete his chores. Their interaction suggests that the abuse is habitual as Jobe requires little prompting from McKeen to remove his shirt to receive lashings on his back.

While Dr. Angelo records audio notes about needing a human subject, Jobe is mowing his lawn. Peter Parkette, the young son of Dr. Angelo’s neighbors, is friends with Jobe. Dr. Angelo invites both Peter and Jobe to play some virtual reality games. Learning more about Jobe, Angelo persuades Jobe to participate in his experiments, telling him that it will make him smarter. Jobe agrees and begins a program of accelerated learning, using neotropic drugs, virtual reality input, and cerebral cortex stimulation. Dr. Angelo makes it a special point to redesign all the intelligence-boosting treatments without the “aggression factors” used in the chimpanzee experiments.”

CHAOS:

“Jobe soon becomes smarter, for example, learning Latin in two hours at the lab one night. Dr. Angelo also starts taking Jobe to his lab at work to use the technology there. Jobe begins to change in other ways as well; he engages in sexual activity with a young rich widow, Marnie (Jenny Wright). However, Jobe starts to have telepathic and hallucinatory experiences as well. He continues with the experiments at the lab, until an accident makes Dr. Angelo call a halt. The project director, Sebastian Timms, employed by a mysterious agency known as The Shop, keeps a secret watch on the progress of the experiment, and soon swaps the scientist’s new medications for the old Project 5 “aggression factors”.

Jobe acquires telekinetic and pyrokinetic powers and takes Marnie to the lab to have sexual intercourse with her in virtual reality; but something goes wrong in the simulation, and Marnie is so traumatized that she is driven insane, laughing endlessly at nothing.

Jobe’s powers and abilities continue to grow, although the treatments also affect his mental stability, and soon he takes revenge on those who abused him when he was “dumb”: Father McKeen is engulfed in flames, a bully named Jake is put into a catatonic state by a mental “lawnmower man” continually mowing his brain, and Jobe directs a lawnmower invention of his to run down Harold, Peter’s abusive father. Jobe uses his telepathic abilities to make the investigating police attribute it all to “bizarre accidents” in front of Dr. Angelo.”

REORDER:

“Jobe believes his final stage of evolution is to become “pure energy” in the VSI computer mainframe. He plans to enter the VSI computer and from there reach into all the systems of the world, and he promises his “birth” will be signaled by every telephone on the planet ringing simultaneously. The Shop sends a team to capture Jobe, but they are ineffective against his abilities as he scatters their molecules. Jobe uses the lab equipment to enter the mainframe computer. Inside the mainframe Jobe abandons his body to become a wholly virtual being. In the process his body becomes a wizened husk.

Meanwhile, Dr. Angelo remotely infects the VSI computer with a virus that encrypts all of the links to the outside world, trapping Jobe in the mainframe. As Jobe frantically searches for an unencrypted network connection, Dr. Angelo primes bombs to destroy the building. Feeling responsible for what has happened to Jobe, Angelo then joins him in virtual reality to try to reason with him. Jobe easily overpowers him and proceeds to crucify him, then continues to search for a network connection. Peter runs into the building; Jobe still cares for him and allows Dr. Angelo to go free in order to rescue Peter. Jobe, in a final act of showing his desire to cause no more death, forces a computer-connected lock to open. This frees Peter and allows him and Dr. Angelo to escape. Jobe finally escapes through a Backdoor as the building is destroyed in multiple explosions.

Back at home with Peter, Dr. Angelo and Peter’s mother Carla (who has implicitly become a romantic interest) are about to leave when their telephone rings, followed by the noise of a second, and then hundreds, all around the globe.”

Stephen King hated this movie and sued to get his name taken off it. I admit it’s a guilty pleasure for me, the look of it kinda reminding me of the first TRON movie. As far as character arc goes, going from 60 IQ to being a God definitely qualifies.

 

  • Deliverance

 

 

ORDER:

Again, from Wikipedia:

“Four Atlanta businessmen, named Lewis (Reynolds), Ed (Voight), Bobby (Beatty) and Drew (Cox), decide to canoe down the Cahulawassee River in the remote Georgia wilderness, expecting to have fun and see the glory of nature before the river valley is flooded by the construction of a dam. Lewis, an experienced outdoorsman, is the leader. Ed is also a veteran of several trips but lacks Lewis’ machismo. Bobby and Drew are novices.

The four are clearly the outsiders in this rural location. The crude locals are unimpressed by the “city boys;” it is also implied that some of the locals are inbred. While attempting to secure drivers for their vehicles (to be delivered to the takeout point), Drew briefly connects with a local banjo-playing boy by joining him in an impromptu bluegrass jam. When they finish, however, the boy turns away without saying anything, refusing the effusive Drew’s handshake. The four men exhibit a slightly condescending attitude toward the locals; Bobby, in particular, is very patronizing and even derides the locals to his companions for seeming to display genetic defects.

CHAOS:

The men spend the day canoeing down the river in pairs before camping by the riverside at night. Shortly before they retire for bed, Lewis tells the others to be quiet and disappears into the dark woods to investigate a sound he heard. He returns shortly and says that he did not find anything. When asked whether he heard something or someone, he tells them he does not know. While traveling the next day, the group’s two canoes are separated. Pulling ashore to get their bearings, Bobby and Ed encounter a pair of unkempt hillbillies emerging from the woods, one toothless and carrying a shotgun. After some tense conversation in which the hillbillies appear to be goading the others, Ed speculates that the two locals have a moonshine still hidden in the woods and Bobby amicably offers to buy some. The hillbillies are not moved and Bobby is forced at gunpoint to strip naked. Bobby is next chased, humiliated, ordered to “squeal like a pig” and is then violently sodomized. Ed is unable to help because he has been tied to a tree and is held by the toothless hillbilly.

Meanwhile, Lewis and Drew dock their canoe. Hearing the commotion, Lewis secretly sneaks up and kills the rapist with an arrow from his hunting bow; Ed grabs the shotgun as the other captor quickly vanishes into the woods. Lewis and Drew argue about whether to inform the authorities. Lewis insists that they would not receive a fair trial and that the jury would be composed of the dead man’s friends and relatives. Bobby agrees and does not want the incident of his rape to become public. Lewis tells them that since the entire area would be flooded by a lake soon, the body will never be found and the escaped hillbilly could not inform the authorities since he had participated in the incident. The men vote 3-to-1 to side with Lewis’ recommendation to bury the dead hillbilly’s body and continue as though nothing had happened. During the digging, Drew, the lone dissenting voter, is clearly upset and having trouble coming to terms with the decision.

The four make a run for it downriver, cutting their trip short, but soon disaster strikes as the canoes reach a dangerous stretch of rapids. In the lead canoe, Ed repeatedly implores Drew to don his life jacket, but Drew ignores him without a word of explanation. As Drew and Ed reach the rapids, Drew’s head appears to shake and he falls forward into the river.

After Drew disappears into the river, Ed loses control of his canoe and both canoes collide with the rocks, spilling Lewis, Bobby and Ed into the river. Lewis breaks his leg and the others are washed ashore alongside him. The badly-injured Lewis believes the toothless hillbilly shot Drew and is now stalking them. Later that night, under cover of darkness, Ed climbs a nearby rock face in order to dispatch the suspected shooter using his bow, while Bobby stays behind to look after Lewis. Ed reaches the top and hides out until the next morning, when he sees the man for whom he was looking standing on the cliff holding a rifle, looking down into the gorge where Lewis and Bobby are hiding. The man appears to be the hillbilly that escaped through the woods.

Ed, a champion archer who earlier lost his nerve while aiming at a deer, again freezes in spite of his clear shot. The man notices him and fires as the former champion clumsily releases his arrow. Ed falls to the ground in a panic and accidentally stabs himself with another of his arrows. The man reaches the wounded Ed and is about to kill him when he collapses, revealing Ed’s arrow sticking through him. Ed remembers that the hillbilly who tried to assault him had no front teeth, and upon initial examination, the dead man seems to have all his teeth. Ed examines his victim’s dentition more closely and discovers he has a partial, movable plate for his front two missing teeth. Ed lowers the body down the cliff with a rope and climbs down after it. His rope breaks and he falls in the river, but swims to shore and meets with Bobby and Lewis. Bobby asks more than once if Ed is certain the dead man is the same as the one they confronted earlier. Ed, clearly irritated and not completely sure himself, snaps at Bobby and asks him to confirm the man’s identity.

Ed and Bobby weigh the dead hillbilly down with stones and drop him into the river. Later, they come upon Drew’s grotesquely-contorted corpse and after being unable to find any definite gunshot wound, they also weigh it down into the river. Ed points out that they don’t want the authorities examining Drew’s body and possibly discovering a gunshot wound. Ed gives a short eulogy and sinks it in the river to ensure that it will never be found. With Lewis injured and Drew dead, Ed now becomes the leader, trying to ensure their story is consistent, knowing the local authorities will investigate.

REORDER:

When they finally reach their destination, the town of Aintry, which will soon be submerged by the river and is being evacuated, they take the injured Lewis to the local hospital while the sheriff comes to investigate the incident. One of the Deputies, named Arthur Queen, has a missing brother-in-law (ostensibly one of the hillbillies Lewis and Ed killed) and is highly suspicious. Ed and Bobby visit Lewis’ hospital room to make sure Lewis’ version of events is consistent with theirs. They are unsure if the apparently unconscious Lewis understands them, however as the doctors enter, Lewis appears to awaken, gives Ed and Bobby a knowing wink and says he remembers nothing.

Later, as the men prepare to drive home, the sheriff suddenly asks Ed why there were four life jackets when only Lewis, Ed and Bobby came out of the river. Stammering, Bobby suggests there may have been an extra one, then realizes his mistake. But Ed says no, that Drew was not wearing his life jacket and he does not know why. The sheriff remains suspicious, but having no evidence simply tells Ed, “Don’t ever do nothin’ like this again. Don’t come back up here. I’d kinda like to see this town die peaceful,” to which Ed readily agrees. The men vow to keep their story a secret for the rest of their lives, which proves to be psychologically burdensome for Ed; in the final scene, he awakes screaming from a nightmare in which a dead man’s hand rises from the lake.

The four businessmen, at Point A, could never have even imagined this journey, could never have imagined how they would react or how they would conspire at Point Z. The character change is complete.

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