n⌐oddfivThe cabin is dark and drafty, the heavy PATTER of rain on a tile roof telling us of a spring storm outside.
n⌐oddhlvLARRY sits in an overstuffed armchair staring dully into the fireplace, a half-empty bottle of SCOTCH clutched loosely in his hand. The fire has long since gone out, only dully glowing embers remain.
ä¬oegeqvLARRY
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x£edhesvDamn psychopaths...
n⌐oddeuvHe takes another swig from the bottle.
ä¬oegewwLARRY
x£edhfxvDon't know a good thing when it's starin' 'em in the face.
n⌐oddf{vA BANGING on the front door makes Larry look up from the embers.
ä¬oegeewLARRY
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x£edheevGo'way.
ä¬oegeedAMY
x£edhfevLet me in, Larry! They changed their minds!
ä¬oegeevLARRY
x£edheevI don't care anymore.
n¬oeeeevEXT. cabin -- CONTINUOUS
n⌐oddfevWhere AMY is pounding on the door, oblivious to the rain pouring down off the rafters.
ä¬oegeevAMY
x£edhfevWould you listen to me?! They want you back!
n⌐oddeevShe bangs on the door again.
ä¬oegeewAMY
x£edheevDamn it, Larry, they want you back!
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n¬oeeeevINT. cabin -- CONTINUOUS
n⌐oddhevLarry stumbles up from the arm chair, crossing to the front door and fumbling it open. Standing on the other side of the door, completely soaked but grinning like a maniac is AMY.
ä¬oegeevAMY
x£edheevI told you I could do it...
ä¬oegeevLARRY
x£edheevI love you.
n⌐oddeevAnd he passes out on the floor at her feet.