THE GORGE screenplay
squeaks and rumbles come from inside it. The beam of Clara’s Maglite bobs around.
    The sounds from the cave become a chorus of trumpets, the depths of the cave flickering with light and heat, sinister shadows emerging.

    ACE (CONT’D)
    I see her...them...

    Ace collapses onto the ground before a stunned Bowie and begins writhing as if in a seizure. He erupts in a gibbering foreign language, speaking in tongues.

    ACE (CONT’D)
    Essesuitus hominem e mortem dominus —

    CUT TO:

    INT.BABELTOWERCAVE.
    Silence. Red lines bend, dance and weave against blackness, undulating like bleeding snakes. Heavy breathing. At last the shapes coalesce into numbers: 1:32.

    RAINTREE (O.S.)
    Strong medicine.
    Skittering, squeaking, flapping in the darkness. Raintree breathes harder.

    RAINTREE (O.S.)
    Fuh...fuh...fuh...

    More squeaking, leathery flapping. The light explodes, spotlighting bats in the shaky cone of the flashlight beam. Raintree is one his hands and knees, crawling away from them, panting, holding a piton like a knife.
    Five feet onward, he stops, shines the light behind him, then ahead. The bats scatter in both directions.

    RAINTREE
    Shit. Which way is back?

    CUT TO:

    EXT. RIVERBANK. NIGHT.
    Ace’s seizure has played out and he’s writhing slowly in the sand, mud, and wet leaves. Sand is sticking to his lips, blood leaking from one nostril. Bowie shoves him with a boot.

    BOWIE
    Get up.

    ACE
    She’s the whore of Babylon.
    BOWIE
    She’s just a kid.

    ACE
    They’re babykillers. They can’t take my baby.

    BOWIE
    Maybe they’ll come back. You didn’t kill me, and I don’t feel like killing you.

    Bowie heads into the woods.

    ACE
    (yells)
    I saw her. She’s on a rock. In the cave.
    (louder)
    I know about your wife.

    Bowie stops, hand clenching around the gun grip, face contorting. He turns slowly.

    BOWIE
    What the fuck did you say?

    ACE
    You let her die, but God’s giving you a chance to make up for it.

    BOWIE
    What about my wife?

    ACE
    I told ya, I see things. Hear things. Know things.

    Bowie runs toward Ace, and for a second, his face twists, torn between killing Ace and maybe killing himself. He grabs Ace by the shirt and yanks him to his feet, their faces inches apart.

    BOWIE
    There’s...no...redemption.

    ACE
    Take a life, save a life. Pay what you owe.

    Bowie releases Ace and flings him to the ground. Ace crawls to his feet, scooping up his backpack. He staggers upriver, toward the rocky clefts in the direction the goregoyles had gone.

    BOWIE
    No redemption.

    He follows Ace.

    CUT TO:

    INT.BABELTOWERCAVE.
    Raintree plays the flashlight beam around. He hears a scratching sound from beyond the beam.

    RAINTREE
    Spirit guide...reveal yourself.

    He clenches the piton in his fist. The scratching gets louder. A rat skitters into the light.

    RAINTREE (CONT’D)
    I need better drugs.

    He checks his watch. 2:33.

    RAINTREE (CONT’D)
    Time’s up.

    The flashlight grows dim, then winks out. In dark, Raintree bangs it against his hip.

    CUT TO:

    EXT.BABELTOWERCAVE. NIGHT.
    Raintree is stumbling out of the dark, sees the lesser darkness of night from the cave mouth. Harsh, rhythmic panting, a low squeaking groan. Raintree freezes for a moment, then Dove cries out—
    Farrengalli in silhouette is bent over Dove, reaching as if to wake her. Raintree hallucinates Farrengalli is one of the creatures.
    Raintree lets out a Cherokee war whoop and propels himself toward Farrengalli.
    Farrengalli peers into the dark cave, he doesn’t see Raintree yet and he withdraws and tries to scramble away—

    FARRENGALLI
    Goregoyles!

    Raintree slams into Farrengalli, knocking them both down, and they struggle on the ledge. Raintree lifts him up and slams him as if on a wrestling mat.

    RAINTREE
    You goddamned monster.

    FARENGALLI
    You’ve gone crazy, man!

    From behind them, Dove calls, Farrengalli’s shirt draped over her.

    DOVE
    Robert!

    Raintree gets him in a full-nelson headlock, but Farrengalli drives an elbow

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