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EXT. BEACH - DAY It’s a sunny morning, early, post-dawn light dappling the waves. The bonfire is out, just a mess of ash. Wallace and Chantry lie in the sleeping bag, Wallace on his back, Chantry curled into him, head on his chest. Wallace blinks awake. Realizing the position they’re in, he keeps still, enjoying it while he can. Chantry stirs, nuzzles Wallace’s chest, half-asleep. But as soon as she opens her eyes, she stiffens. She can’t see if Wallace is awake. He doesn’t move, unsure what to do or say. CHANTRY Wallace? WALLACE Yeah. They lie there for a moment, motionless. Chantry uncurls from her position. They lie on their backs, next to each other, squeezed tight in the sleeping bag. CHANTRY What do we do now? Wallace spots their clothes, folded neatly on a nearby log. WALLACE They brought our clothes back. EXT. BEACH ROAD - DAY Allan’s car is parked at the end of a dirt road. Nicole has four cigarettes in her mouth. As Allan watches, she INHALES, the ember of each cigarette burning one after the other, in perfect sequence. Nicole EXHALES a lot of smoke, triumphant. ALLAN I’ll never doubt you again. Nicole nods towards the beach. Wallace and Chantry, dressed, approach them, Wallace holding the sleeping bag. ALLAN (CONT’D) Sleep well?
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