BRAD No screw the bait, lets go. The men exit the bait shop in a hurry and get back in their car. They drive back to the cabin to regroup and assess the situation. 7
INT. LOG CABIN - EVENING
7
The three men are sitting by the fireplace drinking their scotch. JOE That’s the last of the logs. BRAD I feel filthy, I can’t take being here any longer. We could just get the hell out of here, yeah the ranger knows us but has no idea where were from or even our last names. JOE Guilty people run. No one suspects us, for all they know this old geezer is sleeping it off somewhere. BRAD You saw how that old woman looked at us at the shop. You saw didn’t you Steven? STEVEN Look you drilled that hole not 12 hours ago, people in this town are not gonna start pointing fingers and accusing us of being murders after half a day. JOE exactly. STEVEN If we had just told the ranger last night that this old asshole fell into a hole and drown we wouldn’t be freaking out about people accusing us of being murders. JOE What’s done is done now. What are we gonna tell the ranger if she comes out this way asking questions. STEVEN simple. we don’t know anything. BRAD I don’t even... A knock comes from the door.