makes through the storm, comes the Sno-Cat, bound back to the town hall from the market.
15 INTERIOR: THE SNO-CAT AFTERNOON.
The four men MIKE, SONNY, HENRY, and KIRK are wedged tightly into the cab. The groceries are in the cargo compartment behind them. The men are grim-faced, shaken by what they have seen. They ride in silence, jouncing through the drifts for a while. Then, at last:
SONNY
Just ole Mrs. K. None of the others. Where do you suppose they are? George and Angie and Bill Timmons?
(no one answers) How did he get her down there?
(no one answers) Where's the dummy? Anybody see that in the store?
(no answer) How'd he get her down there in this?
HENRY
Let it go, Sonny.
For a moment or two, SONNY does. Then he turns to MIKE.
SONNY
Why is this happening? You're lay reader for Reverend Riggins down at the Methodist church, always got a quote from the Good Book handy you must have some idea why this is happening.
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MIKE thinks about it, guiding the Sno-Cat through the desolate white driftscape that used to be Main Street.
MIKE
You know the story about Job? In the Bible? (SONNY and the others nod)
Well, here's the part that never got written down. After the contest for Job's soul is over and God wins, Job gets down on his knees and says, "Why did you do this to me, God? All my life I worshipped you, but You destroyed my livestock, blighted my crops, killed my wife and my children, and gave me a hundred horrible diseases ... all because You had a bet going with the devil? Well, okay . . . but what I want to know, Lord all your humble servant wants to know is Why me? So he waits, and just when he's about made up his mind God isn't going to answer, a thunderhead forms in the sky, and lightning flashes, and this voice calls down: "Job! I guess there's just something about you that pisses me off."
SONNY, HENRY, and KIRK look at MIKE, not knowing what to think. SONNY actually looks dumbfounded.
MIKE Does that help you?
(no answer from the others) Me, either.
SOUND, FAINT: RHYTHMIC BLASTS OF THE HORN.
KIRK
Still lookin' for 'em.
SONNY
(thinking of Mrs. K.) Good luck.
16 EXTERIOR: MAIN STREET, WITH THE SNO-CAT AFTERNOON.
Slow but steady wins the race. They haven't reached the town hall yet, but it's starting to appear that they will make it.
SOUND: THE HORN.
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17 EXTERIOR: BESIDE THE TOWN HALL, WITH THE ISLAND SERVICES VEHICLE AFTERNOON.
FERD is now in the passenger seat, while HATCH hits the horn in those LONG BLASTS. JACK CARVER is lurching in frantic circles around the truck, tumbling into drifts, picking himself up, peering into the HOWLING BLIZZARD.
Angle! Angle, over here!
He has screamed himself hoarse, but he can't give up. At last he stumbles back to the open driver's side window of the vehicle, doubled over and gasping for breath. His face is red and running with sweat that has already frozen to a cruel glaze from the corners of his lips all the way down to his chin.
HATCH Get in, Jack warm up.
No! She's out here someplace. Keep hitting that horn!
18 INTERIOR: ANGLE ON FERD, IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.
He sits up, eyes widening, as the conversation continues to his left. He can't believe what he's seeing.
HATCH
You better sit down before you fall down.
(snarling)
My wife's out there and she's alive I can feel it. So you just keep working that horn!
HATCH Jack, I really don't think
FERD raises a hand that trembles with excitement. His face is incredulous.
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FERD
Hatch . . . Jack! Look!
19 EXTERIOR: THE SNOWFIELD, FROM THE ISLAND SERVICES VEHICLE'S POINT OF VIEW.
It's a SCREAMING WHITEOUT ... but a FIGURE is LURCHING AND STUMBLING around in the flying murk. It could be the figure of a WOMAN.
20 EXTERIOR: RESUME ISLAND SERVICES VEHICLE, WITH JACK, HATCH,
AND FERD. JL
HATCH Dear God. Oh, my dear God, is that one of 'em?
FERD
I can't tell.
(transported with hope) ANGIEU!
He begins to STUMBLE toward the looming, indistinct figure. He falls, rolls in the snow, and lunges to his feet again. Behind him, HATCH gets out of the truck. In the background, FERD is doing the same on his side.
HATCH
Jack! Wait! That might not be-But it's useless. JACK is already melting into the snow himself, closing in on that WAVERING, STUMBLING FIGURE. HATCH starts after him. So does FERD.
21 EXTERIOR: JACK CARVER AFTERNOON.
He somehow keeps moving forward, CRYING HIS WIFE'S NAME over and over. HATCH can't keep up, and FERD is running