leaving R ENKO, H ILL, and the disheveled young woman. Beat. )
R ENKO: We are awful sorry to have, as it seems we have, broken into . . .
H ILL: None of us have been here before, and we'll certainly . . .
R ENKO: Any damages that . . .
J ABLONSKI: Pack it up, lads, and let's move on. We want the next cabin down.
(H ILL and R ENKO hurriedly assemble their belongings and apologize themselves out of the door. )
H ILL: We're incredibly sorry.
R ENKO: An honest misunderstanding, any damages, we'll certainly . . .
( Camera follows the three men out of the door, foodstuffs, rifles, hunting gear in their arms. They go over to the station wagon and they put their stuff in the station wagon. They start to drive down the dirt road. )
H ILL: How did you talk us out of that . . . ?
J ABLONSKI: Guy had a wedding ring on, the woman did not. ( Beat. )
R ENKO: I thought he didn't kiss her like the two of them were married.
J ABLONSKI: So it seems we're all of us going to forgive and forget.
H ILL: So if we got the wrong place, then how is Henry going to find us?
R ENKO: And where is our hunting lodge . . . ?
( The car pulls up outside a hovel. )
( ANGLE EXTERIOR: THE HOVEL. Dark against the night sky. It is a falling down shack. The men get out. )
J ABLONSKI: Does anybody want to chop some wood . . . ?
INTERIOR: INTERROGATION ROOM. NIGHT.
G OLDBLUME, still in hunting clothes. The Y OUNG W OMAN, an I.A.D. O FFICER, a L AWYER. G OLDBLUME getting up from his seat.
L AWYER: I'm very sorry.
G OLDBLUME: Not at all, not at all.
Y OUNG W OMAN: I just don't know, I don't know what happened to my life . . .
( She starts to cry. G OLDBLUME, the I.A.D. O FFICER, and the L AWYER exit. )
L AWYER: I'm sorry to have emb . . .
G OLDBLUME: No , you didn't embarrass me . . . It's just . . .
L AWYER: I'm sure that nothing will come of it . . .
G OLDBLUME: Nothing will come of it? The woman's loonier than . . .
I.A.D. O FFICER: Lieutenant Goldblume was in a glass-walled room with this woman for something under five minutes. In full view of . . .
G OLDBLUME: Look: I'm on my day off.
( He takes out his wallet. Takes out a card. )
Whatever the thing is, let's talk about it, if we have to talk about it, next week.
I.A.D. O FFICER: Absolutely.
( Shakes hands with G OLDBLUME. G OLDBLUME looks in his wallet. )
G OLDBLUME: Oh hell . . .
( We follow G OLDBLUME out into the squad room, looking at his wallet. )
Can anybody lend me twenty dollars . . . ? Can . . . Well, let's not all rush up here at once. I'm on vacation, people, and I gave my money to Renko. I have no money for gas . . . ( He looks around. Sighs. ) Can anybody cash a check for me . . . ?
INTERIOR: RUN-DOWN HUNTING CABIN. NIGHT.
Interior of 10 × 12 barewood cabin. J ABLONSKI stoking up the small woodstove. The door opens and H ILL comes in with an armful of wood. He deposits the wood on the floor next to J ABLONSKI, takes off his coat.
H ILL: Working up a chill out there . . .
J ABLONSKI: You think it's cold now? Wait ‘til five a.m. out there!
(R ENKO is sitting at a table. He has his rifle disassembled and is cleaning it. H ILL sits down at the table, takes his rifle out of the case and starts to break it down. J ABLONSKI comes over with an enameled coffeepot. He pours coffee and sits down. )
R ENKO: Well, this is the life. / don't care, Henry, you are missing it . . .
H ILL: Yeah. This is something more like hunting here!
R ENKO ( to J ABLONSKI ) : Thank you.
( They sit around cleaning their rifles and drinking the coffee. )
Yep. This is something —more like it. ( Drinks coffee. )
J ABLONSKI: Don't want to drink too much of that.
H ILL: Nope.
J ABLONSKI: We want to hit the hay.
R ENKO: Oh, yessir, be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, four a.m., get the jump on some sleepy deer . . . ( Beat. )
H ILL: Funny how things come back.
R ENKO: What is that?
H ILL: Sitting around here, cleaning the rifle. ( Beat. ) Wood fire. ( Beat. )
R ENKO: Un-huh.
H ILL: I
R ENKO: We are awful sorry to have, as it seems we have, broken into . . .
H ILL: None of us have been here before, and we'll certainly . . .
R ENKO: Any damages that . . .
J ABLONSKI: Pack it up, lads, and let's move on. We want the next cabin down.
(H ILL and R ENKO hurriedly assemble their belongings and apologize themselves out of the door. )
H ILL: We're incredibly sorry.
R ENKO: An honest misunderstanding, any damages, we'll certainly . . .
( Camera follows the three men out of the door, foodstuffs, rifles, hunting gear in their arms. They go over to the station wagon and they put their stuff in the station wagon. They start to drive down the dirt road. )
H ILL: How did you talk us out of that . . . ?
J ABLONSKI: Guy had a wedding ring on, the woman did not. ( Beat. )
R ENKO: I thought he didn't kiss her like the two of them were married.
J ABLONSKI: So it seems we're all of us going to forgive and forget.
H ILL: So if we got the wrong place, then how is Henry going to find us?
R ENKO: And where is our hunting lodge . . . ?
( The car pulls up outside a hovel. )
( ANGLE EXTERIOR: THE HOVEL. Dark against the night sky. It is a falling down shack. The men get out. )
J ABLONSKI: Does anybody want to chop some wood . . . ?
INTERIOR: INTERROGATION ROOM. NIGHT.
G OLDBLUME, still in hunting clothes. The Y OUNG W OMAN, an I.A.D. O FFICER, a L AWYER. G OLDBLUME getting up from his seat.
L AWYER: I'm very sorry.
G OLDBLUME: Not at all, not at all.
Y OUNG W OMAN: I just don't know, I don't know what happened to my life . . .
( She starts to cry. G OLDBLUME, the I.A.D. O FFICER, and the L AWYER exit. )
L AWYER: I'm sorry to have emb . . .
G OLDBLUME: No , you didn't embarrass me . . . It's just . . .
L AWYER: I'm sure that nothing will come of it . . .
G OLDBLUME: Nothing will come of it? The woman's loonier than . . .
I.A.D. O FFICER: Lieutenant Goldblume was in a glass-walled room with this woman for something under five minutes. In full view of . . .
G OLDBLUME: Look: I'm on my day off.
( He takes out his wallet. Takes out a card. )
Whatever the thing is, let's talk about it, if we have to talk about it, next week.
I.A.D. O FFICER: Absolutely.
( Shakes hands with G OLDBLUME. G OLDBLUME looks in his wallet. )
G OLDBLUME: Oh hell . . .
( We follow G OLDBLUME out into the squad room, looking at his wallet. )
Can anybody lend me twenty dollars . . . ? Can . . . Well, let's not all rush up here at once. I'm on vacation, people, and I gave my money to Renko. I have no money for gas . . . ( He looks around. Sighs. ) Can anybody cash a check for me . . . ?
INTERIOR: RUN-DOWN HUNTING CABIN. NIGHT.
Interior of 10 × 12 barewood cabin. J ABLONSKI stoking up the small woodstove. The door opens and H ILL comes in with an armful of wood. He deposits the wood on the floor next to J ABLONSKI, takes off his coat.
H ILL: Working up a chill out there . . .
J ABLONSKI: You think it's cold now? Wait ‘til five a.m. out there!
(R ENKO is sitting at a table. He has his rifle disassembled and is cleaning it. H ILL sits down at the table, takes his rifle out of the case and starts to break it down. J ABLONSKI comes over with an enameled coffeepot. He pours coffee and sits down. )
R ENKO: Well, this is the life. / don't care, Henry, you are missing it . . .
H ILL: Yeah. This is something more like hunting here!
R ENKO ( to J ABLONSKI ) : Thank you.
( They sit around cleaning their rifles and drinking the coffee. )
Yep. This is something —more like it. ( Drinks coffee. )
J ABLONSKI: Don't want to drink too much of that.
H ILL: Nope.
J ABLONSKI: We want to hit the hay.
R ENKO: Oh, yessir, be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, four a.m., get the jump on some sleepy deer . . . ( Beat. )
H ILL: Funny how things come back.
R ENKO: What is that?
H ILL: Sitting around here, cleaning the rifle. ( Beat. ) Wood fire. ( Beat. )
R ENKO: Un-huh.
H ILL: I
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