Free THE GORGE screenplay by Scott Nicholson Page B

Bowie. Do it.

    Dove’s eyes go blank again and she hisses in anger, blood and drool spraying from her mouth.

    BOWIE
    It was never real.

    Bowie rams the piton into her skull and she quivers and falls still.

    CLARA
    That was no angel.

    BOWIE
    Nobody’s perfect.

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    EXT.RIVER. DAY.
    Bowie paddles the Muskrat away from shore. In the camp, Farrengalli’s and Dove’s bodies are on a bonfire of dead trees and limbs. Oily smoke rises in the air.

    BOWIE
    First rule of the outdoors: leave no trace.

    CLARA
    What’s the second rule?

    Bowie stops paddling and secretly touches the gun crammed in his belt. He scans the sky.

    BOWIE
    God doesn’t care.

    They head downriver. From above, soaring POV up, up, to take in the gorge, the cliffs, a long stretch of river and the tiny raft below.
    Soaring, soaring, full speed toward the cliff, toward a small dark crevice, inside into blackness—
    SKEEEEEEE

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