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air. The thunder is receding. The car alarm screeches on.
The wind dies and everything falls to the ground. The
storm has passed.
Crash grabs the curtain, tries to pull it back in place and
almost falls into bed. He looks at his watch - 3.30 - and
falls asleep to the car siren and static crackle.
CRASH’S BEDROOM - MORNING - INT/EXT
The alarm clock is blinking 88:88 again but now a daytime
DJ is babbling through the speaker. Crash rolls out of bed
and picks himself up. Splinters of glass on the floor
prick his feet. He frowns and looks at the window, pokes
at the glass that holds the branch. It sends cracks
running through it. The window shows fence panels ripped
off and uprooted plants scattered over the garden. Roof
tiles have fallen and broken on the path below.
The neighbouring garden shows no sign of storm damage.
The cracked window pane shatters and rains down, some out
into the window but some into his bedroom. Crash jumps
back and turns away, stepping on broken glass with his eyes
still half-shut.
DJ (V.O.)
And it’s another hot and sunny
day in Millford. Is this the
strangest weather we’ve had in
October? Call in and tell us.
W e’ll also be talking about-
Crash leans over and thumps his fist down on the radio, not
only silencing the voice but sending the machine tumbling
to the floor.
17.
CABIN - MORNING - EXT
The still and silent wood envelops the cabin - or what is
left of it. The two upper rooms have been torn off the and
strips of wood have been ripped from the building. This
lies strewn around the ruins. Broken planks of wood stick
up into the sky like huge splinters. Porch furniture has
disappeared but a few belongings from the house have blown
outside.
Shannon is sitting on the ground just staring at the wreck.
She is wide- and shiny-eyed. Although the sun is high, the
cabin is half in shadows thrown by the surrounding trees.
SHANNON
Shut up.
The woods is silent and no movement can be seen or heard.
Shay reaches out for the nearest shard of wood and turns to
the trees, still sitting. Tears are beginning to fall very
slowly as she turns her back on the house.
SHANNON (CONT'D)
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
Her eyes dart about the trees as she tries to track the