I/E. CATHY'S CAR
BAM!
A bullet explodes just beneath the windshield.
JOEL (surprised/sincere): Jesus!
CATHY: Shit!
The car grinds to a halt. A cloud of sand and gravel envelops it, blocking their view.
JOEL: What was that?!
She looks around, laser focus.
The dust is clearing up.
CATHY: Don't panic, we're safe in the car.
They can't see anything but the desert.
Then Cathy sees a reflection — the other side of the canyon.
MARK
is getting settled with the rifle.
Matt with the binoculars.
Lying side by side, both guys are focused on Cathy's car as Mark goes for a second round!
I/E. CATHY'S CAR
BAM!
The second bullet crashes into the hood, making a dent before it too ricochets off the car.
CATHY: Fuck!
JOEL: Those are shots! We're getting shot at!
CATHY: We're armored. Stay put!
She abruptly turns the car around, positioning it broadside against the direction of the shots.
JOEL: What do you mean armored?! We are being shot at!
Cathy crawls into the back seats. Opens a box hidden just behind the headrests. Turns back seconds later with her own sniper rifle.
JOEL: Whoa! Since when – who – what are you?!
She opens the side door, takes her stand, hunches behind it. Looks through her scope with ice-cold focus.
CATHY'S POV – THROUGH SNIPER SCOPE
Mark is standing tall on the other side of the canyon, holding up a rifle, smiling and waving at her.
To his side is Matt, on the ground, looking uncomfortable.
CATHY
stands up tall and lowers her rifle.
Leans into the car and grabs hold of what is obviously a microphone, dangling next to Joel.
CATHY (through exterior loudspeakers, the whole desert can hear it): WHAT THE FUCK, DAD?!?!
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Love/Survival
RomanceOn paper, 20-year-old twins Cathy and Matt have everything going for them. Their mom is a Brazilian supermodel, and their dad is a decorated Navy SEAL. In reality, though, Mark, their dad, is retired with PTSD, and their mom, Sabrina, split long ago...
