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Episode The Walking Dead: Sunday — Season One, Episode Three: Sunday (Part 1 of 2)
Episode 3 — Part 1 of 2. New to Sunday? Start with Episode 1. After this part, continue to Part 2.
THE WALKING DEAD: SUNDAY
SEASON ONE · EPISODE THREE
SUNDAY
PART 1 OF 2
FINAL SCRIPT
TEASER
EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN — SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA COAST — DAWN
Los Angeles wakes beneath a thin layer of coastal haze.
Sunlight touches the tops of office towers. The freeways are filling. An airliner descends toward LAX.
Beyond the breakwater, container cranes stand over the ports of Los Angeles and Long Beach.
A freighter moves through the shipping lanes.
Another sits motionless.
Farther out, a cluster of enormous cargo vessels waits at anchor. More than usual. Their lights fade as the sky brightens.
A commercial ship sounds its horn.
No answer comes from the vessel ahead of it.
The horn sounds again.
Out on the open water, SUNDAY continues west.
One hundred twenty-four feet of white fiberglass, dark windows and immaculate decks.
Eight people aboard.
Only one knows how to operate her.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
MASON grips the edge of the navigation console.
His eyes are bloodshot. The empty coffee cups beside him have begun to collect.
He checks the radar.
A vessel crossing ahead.
He checks its heading.
Then checks again.
His eyelids close.
His head dips.
He snaps awake, one hand reaching for the controls.
Nothing has changed.
He stares at his own hand.
Slowly withdraws it.
His phone rests beside the radio.
He opens CAPTAIN HALE'S last message.
Found Linda and Jen. Trying to get back. Keep Sunday clear.
He presses CALL.
The attempt fails.
He calls again.
MASON
Come on.
Nothing.
The door opens.
MARK BENNETT enters carrying two coffees.
MARK
Morning.
MASON
That what we're calling it?
Mark sets a mug beside him.
MARK
You look terrible.
MASON
Thanks.
MARK
That wasn't a compliment.
Mason studies the radar.
Mark notices the phone.
MARK
Nothing from Hale?
Mason shakes his head.
MASON
He found them.
MARK
I know.
MASON
Linda and Jen. Both of them.
He turns.
MASON
So why isn't he back?
Mark doesn't pretend to know.
MASON
Five hours. That's what he said.
MARK
I remember.
MASON
Hale doesn't make promises he can't keep.
He glances at the phone again.
MARK
How long have you been awake?
MASON
Doesn't matter.
MARK
It matters to me.
MASON
You want to drive?
The words come out harder than Mason intended.
Mark absorbs them.
MARK
No. I want you to find somewhere we can stop.
Mason looks at him.
MARK
I can watch a boat at anchor. I can't steer this thing through a shipping lane.
Mason studies the chart.
His exhausted mind works through the problem.
MASON
Need decent holding ground. Away from traffic.
MARK
Can we find that?
Mason moves the chart.
MASON
Yeah.
He begins planning the approach.
Mark takes the untouched coffee and moves it away from the controls.
EXT. SUNDAY — SHELTERED ANCHORAGE
Sunday slows.
Mason checks the depth and surrounding traffic.
The anchor descends.
Chain slips beneath the surface.
Sunday settles into position.
Mason studies the anchor alarm.
Waits.
Checks again.
The engines shut down.
Silence settles over the yacht.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mason points at the navigation display.
MASON
This is our position. That's the anchor alarm. If we move outside this circle, you wake me.
MARK
Understood.
MASON
Anything comes near us, wake me.
MARK
Okay.
MASON
If the wind changes or the anchor chain starts doing something weird—
MARK
Wake you.
Mason looks outside.
MASON
You need to actually watch, though. Not just the screen.
Mark takes the chair.
MARK
I can do that.
Mason lingers.
His hand remains on the back of the seat.
MARK
Go to bed.
MASON
If Hale calls—
MARK
I'll get you.
MASON
Right away.
MARK
Right away.
Mason starts toward the door.
Stops.
Checks the anchor display one more time.
Mark sees it.
Says nothing.
Mason leaves.
Through the windshield, the mainland shines in the morning sun.
A place that still looks as though it belongs to the world they knew.
CUT TO BLACK.
THE WALKING DEAD: SUNDAY
ACT ONE — THINGS LEFT BEHIND
INT. SUNDAY — GALLEY
DENISE stands in front of an open refrigerator.
Inside are expensive cheeses, catered seafood, fruit, steaks and several mysterious jars.
She opens a cupboard.
Crackers.
Imported snacks.
A small box of cereal.
Another cupboard contains nothing but glassware.
DENISE
I've catered weddings with more practical kitchens than this.
NOAH sits at the table.
NOAH
There's food everywhere.
Denise holds up a jar.
DENISE
Tell me what this is.
Noah leans closer.
NOAH
I can't pronounce it.
DENISE
Neither can I. I don't think you can make dinner out of it.
EVAN reaches for the cereal.
DENISE
Leave that.
EVAN
I wasn't—
DENISE
There are three boxes and eight mouths.
Evan withdraws his hand.
Noah smirks.
NOAH
She got you.
EVAN
You were about to take one.
NOAH
I was evaluating our options.
SOPHIE looks up from her coloring book.
SOPHIE
What about pancakes?
Denise searches another cupboard.
DENISE
I would love to make pancakes.
She closes the empty cupboard.
DENISE
Unfortunately, rich people apparently don't believe in flour.
Sophie frowns.
SOPHIE
Uncle Grant likes pancakes.
DENISE
Then somebody ought to ask him where he hides them.
SOPHIE
He doesn't like me calling him Uncle Grant in front of his friends.
NOAH
That's because you're bad for his image.
Sophie looks concerned.
SOPHIE
Am I?
Denise turns sharply.
DENISE
No, sweetheart. Grant's image is the problem.
Noah laughs.
RACHEL enters.
She takes in the empty cupboards.
RACHEL
How bad?
DENISE
We're rich in cheese and poor in everything else.
Rachel opens the refrigerator.
RACHEL
We should use the fresh stuff first.
DENISE
We will. But after that, somebody's eating crackers with caviar.
Noah perks up.
NOAH
Is that actually an option?
DENISE
Not for you.
She begins writing a shopping list.
INT. SUNDAY — MAIN SALON
EMMA sits by the window, studying her phone.
A photograph fills the screen.
Her blue Honda Civic parked outside the Bennett house.
In another, she stands beside it, smiling proudly.
Friday.
Rachel approaches.
RACHEL
There you are.
Emma locks her phone.
EMMA
I'm right here.
Rachel sits nearby.
RACHEL
You okay?
EMMA
I bought a car on Friday.
Rachel waits.
EMMA
I drove it home. Parked it in the driveway. Spent forever getting my mirrors right.
A faint smile.
EMMA
I kept going outside to look at it.
Rachel remembers.
EMMA
And then we came here.
She looks through the window.
EMMA
I haven't even driven it to school.
RACHEL
We'll get back to it.
Emma turns toward her.
EMMA
You don't know that.
Rachel looks at her daughter.
RACHEL
No.
Emma opens the photograph again.
EMMA
I spent all summer wanting everything to change.
A beat.
EMMA
That was stupid.
RACHEL
Wanting a car wasn't stupid.
EMMA
That's not what I mean.
Rachel doesn't force her to explain.
They sit together.
Beyond the glass, the ocean looks peaceful.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mark stands watch.
Rachel brings him breakfast.
RACHEL
Everything okay?
MARK
Nothing's moved except us swinging around the anchor.
He points toward the alarm display.
MARK
Within the circle.
RACHEL
Good.
Mark studies the coastline on the chart.
RACHEL
Point San Luis again?
MARK
I've got people there.
RACHEL
I know.
MARK
And enough supplies to keep a facility running through a major disruption.
RACHEL
If it's still accessible.
MARK
There's security. Backup power. Independent storage.
RACHEL
What about the roads?
MARK
We don't need roads if we approach by water.
RACHEL
We need somewhere to land. People to meet us. Some way to get from the water to the warehouse.
Mark pauses.
MARK
I know the place, Rachel.
RACHEL
I'm not questioning that.
She moves closer to the chart.
RACHEL
I'm asking whether the place you know is still the place we'd find.
Mark studies her.
MARK
You really think this is an attack?
Rachel looks toward the mainland.
RACHEL
I think we saw ships crush smaller boats yesterday and nobody on the radio could tell us why.
MARK
That doesn't mean war.
RACHEL
No.
MARK
Planes are still flying. Ships are still moving.
RACHEL
I know.
MARK
So somebody must have things under control somewhere.
Rachel looks at a stationary cargo vessel on the radar.
RACHEL
I'd like to believe that.
Mark follows her gaze.
Neither says anything else.
ACT TWO — THE CAPTAIN WHO ISN'T THERE
INT. SUNDAY — CREW CABIN
Mason wakes abruptly.
He reaches for his phone.
No new messages.
He calls Hale.
Failure.
He sits up.
Beside the mirror is a photograph of CAPTAIN HALE and Mason standing beside Sunday's old tender, both drenched and laughing.
Mason looks at it.
Then dresses.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mark sits beside the chart.
Mason enters.
MARK
Feeling better?
MASON
A little.
He checks the anchor position before looking at Mark.
MARK
Everything's been quiet.
Mason checks anyway.
MARK
We've got to decide where we're going.
MASON
The rigs.
Mark closes the chart book.
MARK
Mason—
MASON
He found them.
MARK
I know.
MASON
If he hadn't found them, that would be different. But Linda and Jen are with him. He should've called.
MARK
And if we go back, what happens when we find another marina like yesterday?
MASON
The rigs aren't the marina.
MARK
They're near Los Angeles.
MASON
That doesn't mean they're the same.
Mark stands.
MARK
I'm responsible for my children.
Mason turns.
MASON
And I'm responsible for Sunday.
MARK
You're responsible for operating Sunday. That isn't the same thing.
Mason stiffens.
MASON
I'm the only person aboard who knows how.
MARK
I know. You remind me every time we talk about it.
That lands harder than Mark intended.
MASON
I'm not trying to—
He stops.
Mark waits.
MASON
Hale should be here.
The words are quiet.
MARK
I agree.
MASON
He wouldn't have to guess about any of this.
Mark looks at him.
MARK
Maybe not.
Mason studies the chart.
MASON
Linda and Hale took me in when I had nowhere else. Jen—
He can't finish.
He rubs his forehead.
MASON
I can't leave them.
Mark's anger fades.
MARK
I'm not asking you to.
MASON
Then what are you asking?
MARK
That we don't put my kids back in danger before we know what we're heading into.
Mason looks toward Catalina on the chart.
After a moment—
MASON
Two Harbors.
MARK
What about it?
MASON
Store. Harbor office. People coming from the mainland. We can get provisions and maybe find out something useful.
MARK
You know it?
MASON
Been there with Hale plenty of times. Grant has a cabin nearby.
MARK
Grant owns a cabin on Catalina?
MASON
Of course.
Mark almost smiles.
MASON
We can get what we need and figure out the next move.
MARK
Including looking for Hale?
Mason nods.
MASON
Including looking for Hale.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Rachel studies the Two Harbors approach.
RACHEL
You can take Sunday there safely?
MASON
I know the approach. Hale handled the docking, though.
RACHEL
Then we don't dock.
MASON
Wasn't going to suggest it.
MARK
Can we get fuel there?
Mason checks the gauges.
MASON
We topped off before everything happened. We've barely used any.
Rachel looks at the chart.
RACHEL
No reason to put Sunday against another dock.
Mark remembers the hands reaching for the rail on Saturday.
He nods.
Mason picks up the marine radio.
MASON
Two Harbors, Two Harbors. Motor yacht Sunday requesting anchorage information.
Static.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Sunday, Two Harbors. Go ahead.
MASON
One-hundred-twenty-four-foot motor yacht requesting anchorage guidance outside the mooring field. We'd like to send our tender ashore.
A pause.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
How many persons aboard, Sunday?
MASON
Eight total.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
How many crew?
Mason looks at Rachel.
MASON
I'm operating the vessel.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
And the captain?
MASON
Unavailable.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Unavailable ashore?
MASON
Not aboard.
Silence.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Your name?
MASON
Mason.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Mason, we have personnel available to assist if you'd prefer to bring the vessel inside.
MASON
Appreciate it. We're planning to anchor outside.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Stand by.
Mason lowers the microphone.
INT. TWO HARBORS — HARBOR OFFICE
The FIRST OFFICER covers the radio microphone.
The SECOND OFFICER looks up from paperwork.
SECOND OFFICER
What's the problem?
FIRST OFFICER
Big yacht. Eight aboard. Captain's not there.
SECOND OFFICER
Who's running it?
FIRST OFFICER
Somebody named Mason.
SECOND OFFICER
Experience?
FIRST OFFICER
Didn't say.
The second officer looks through the window.
SECOND OFFICER
Ask. And get the registration.
The first officer uncovers the microphone.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Sunday, do you have anyone else aboard qualified to handle the vessel?
Mason pauses.
MASON
I'm familiar with the yacht and the local approach.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Understood. Would you like assistance anchoring?
MASON
No, thank you. Just need guidance on suitable ground outside the harbor.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Give us your position on final approach. We'll advise.
Mason lowers the microphone.
MARK
They seem concerned about the captain.
MASON
They should be.
Mark looks at him.
MASON
I would be, too.
He checks the chart.
MASON
Still a lot of questions about the people aboard for somebody who hasn't told us where to anchor.
Rachel looks toward Catalina.
RACHEL
They may just be careful.
MASON
I hope so.
RACHEL
When they ask how long we're staying, tell them a few days.
Mark turns.
MARK
Are we?
RACHEL
No. We get the groceries and leave.
MARK
Why tell them something else?
RACHEL
Because I don't know why they need our departure plans.
MARK
They're harbor patrol.
RACHEL
I know.
She looks at him.
RACHEL
I also know we don't have to volunteer everything we're thinking.
Mark considers that.
MARK
If they have a legitimate issue, we'll have to deal with it eventually.
RACHEL
Then we'll deal with it. Properly.
She looks toward Sunday's bow.
RACHEL
But I want us clear of here before dark.
ACT THREE — THE ISLAND
EXT. CATALINA ISLAND — TWO HARBORS
Two Harbors appears beneath the afternoon sun.
Hills rise above the waterfront.
Sailboats move gently on their moorings.
A couple carry beach chairs past the general store.
Children play in the shallow water.
A little girl drops her ice cream.
Her father kneels to console her.
The island feels impossibly far from the disaster the family witnessed on Saturday.
INT. TWO HARBORS — HARBOR OFFICE
A desk fan turns beside a stack of paperwork.
The FIRST OFFICER responds to a radio transmission.
FIRST OFFICER
Two Harbors, go ahead.
RADIO VOICE
...Long Beach eastern approach remains restricted. Hold outbound commercial movements pending clarification.
FIRST OFFICER
Restricted for what? Security or navigation?
Static.
RADIO VOICE
...restriction remains in effect.
FIRST OFFICER
Do we have a reason?
RADIO VOICE
Negative. Awaiting confirmation.
The first officer exchanges a look with his colleague.
SECOND OFFICER
Another change?
The first officer nods.
FIRST OFFICER
Two Harbors requesting clarification on passenger transfers.
RADIO VOICE
Stand by.
They wait.
Outside, a family poses for photographs.
RADIO VOICE
Do not send additional personnel toward the affected facilities until further notice.
FIRST OFFICER
Which facilities?
Static.
RADIO VOICE
...Los Angeles and Long Beach.
The transmission ends.
The second officer looks toward the mainland.
SECOND OFFICER
Affected by what?
FIRST OFFICER
That's what I'm asking.
A HARBOR EMPLOYEE enters.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
People keep asking about the ferry.
FIRST OFFICER
Tell them the schedule hasn't been confirmed.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
What's the reason?
The first officer looks at the silent radio.
FIRST OFFICER
They haven't told us.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mason studies the harbor approach.
MASON
Two Harbors, motor yacht Sunday requesting final anchorage guidance.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Sunday, Two Harbors. We can still provide assistance inside if needed.
MASON
Appreciate it. We'll remain outside.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
How long do you anticipate staying?
Mason looks toward Rachel.
MASON
A few days. Extended weekend until things settle down on the mainland.
A pause.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Copy, Sunday.
The officer provides anchorage information.
Mason checks it against Sunday's charts, depth and surrounding traffic.
EXT. SUNDAY — TWO HARBORS ANCHORAGE
Sunday settles at anchor beyond the mooring field.
Mason watches the anchor position.
Checks the hold.
Satisfied—
MASON
We're good.
Rachel studies the harbor.
Someone is laughing on a sailboat.
A beach umbrella turns in the breeze.
RACHEL
Let's make this quick.
INT. TWO HARBORS — HARBOR OFFICE
The second officer watches Sunday through binoculars.
SECOND OFFICER
She's staying outside.
FIRST OFFICER
They've got a tender.
The second officer lowers the binoculars.
SECOND OFFICER
Honestly, I can't blame them.
The first officer looks up.
SECOND OFFICER
Looks like a pretty good place to be right now.
He glances toward the mainland.
SECOND OFFICER
Away from everything.
The first officer says nothing.
INT. SUNDAY — MAIN SALON
Denise stands over a shopping list.
DENISE
Rice, pasta, flour, beans, vegetables, canned meat—
RACHEL
How much space is in the pantry?
MASON
A lot. Hale stocked us for the weekend, not a long trip.
Rachel studies the shelves.
RACHEL
Then let's fill it.
Denise looks up.
DENISE
All of it?
RACHEL
As much as we can reasonably carry.
DENISE
For eight people?
RACHEL
Sunday was built for more than eight.
Mason nods.
MASON
Sixteen berths.
MARK
Are we expecting company?
RACHEL
No. I'm trying not to make our next trip ashore an emergency.
Denise considers the list.
DENISE
You want enough staples for twice the people we have.
RACHEL
Something like that.
DENISE
Then we'd better get food I can actually turn into meals.
She writes more items.
MASON
Vitamin C.
Denise looks up.
DENISE
What?
MASON
Get some. Hale says you can't pull vitamin C out of the ocean.
DENISE
I wasn't planning to try.
MASON
We can make water. We might be able to catch fish. Doesn't mean we can live on it.
Denise writes it down.
DENISE
Vitamin C.
She taps her pen.
DENISE
Anything else the ocean can't provide?
MASON
Good coffee.
MARK
Now that's survival.
For a brief moment, they laugh.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Rachel comes to collect the tender radio.
Mason stands near the console.
He has a small bundle wrapped in cloth.
MASON
Rachel?
He unwraps it.
A stainless-steel revolver and ten cartridges.
Rachel stops.
RACHEL
Where did that come from?
MASON
Hidden under the helm.
RACHEL
You knew it was here?
MASON
Not until I found it.
She studies him.
RACHEL
Why show me?
Mason glances at the gun.
MASON
Yesterday I thought I ought to keep it.
He looks away.
MASON
Then I thought about what that actually meant.
Rachel takes the weapon.
MASON
I figured you'd know what to do.
Rachel looks at him for a moment.
RACHEL
Does Mark know?
MASON
Not yet.
RACHEL
He will.
She secures the unloaded weapon and ammunition separately where the children cannot reach them.
RACHEL
Thank you for bringing it to me.
Mason shrugs.
MASON
Don't make a thing out of it.
EXT. SUNDAY — AFT DECK
Rachel and Denise emerge carrying their shopping list.
DENISE
We're going to need two carts.
RACHEL
We'll get two carts.
DENISE
And someone to carry everything.
RACHEL
That's why you're coming.
DENISE
I thought I was coming because I know what food costs.
They reach the aft deck.
Mason stands beside Sunday's tender.
A dark-gray, twenty-four-foot center-console RHIB.
Twin outboards.
Heavy-duty lifting points.
An unusually spacious working deck.
Denise stops.
DENISE
Good Lord.
RACHEL
That's the tender?
MASON
Yeah.
DENISE
What happened to the little one?
MASON
Grant ruined a suit.
Mark emerges behind them.
MARK
A suit?
MASON
Hale was bringing him back from shore. Wave came over the side and soaked him.
DENISE
How tragic.
MASON
Grant didn't say a word the whole ride. Next trip out, we had this.
RACHEL
He replaced the boat because he got wet?
MASON
And the lift. And the cradle.
Mark laughs.
MARK
That's Grant.
He runs a hand along the RHIB's reinforced collar.
MARK
That is exactly what Grant would do.
FLASHBACK — INT. POINT SAN LUIS WAREHOUSE — YEARS EARLIER
A freight train blocks the access road.
Through the office window, loaded trucks sit waiting.
A younger MARK stands beside GRANT.
MARK
We'll reroute the trucks around the north entrance. Adds a few minutes. Problem solved.
Grant studies the line of trucks.
GRANT
Buy the adjoining property. Build a second access road.
Mark stares.
MARK
You're talking about spending millions to avoid a ten-minute delay.
GRANT
How often does that train come through?
MARK
Every day.
GRANT
Then it's not a ten-minute delay.
Mark starts to object.
GRANT
I don't like solving the same problem twice.
Grant walks away.
Mark looks through the window at the train.
MARK
Of course you don't.
BACK TO PRESENT — EXT. SUNDAY — AFT DECK
Rachel watches Mark smiling.
RACHEL
What?
MARK
Remember that access road Grant built at Point San Luis?
RACHEL
The one you complained about for months?
MARK
I told him he was crazy. Spent millions because a train kept slowing down our trucks.
He looks at the tender.
MARK
Never had another truck held up at that crossing.
RACHEL
And now he has this because he got his suit wet.
MARK
Yep.
Mason grins.
MASON
Hale used to say Grant could turn a paper cut into a construction project.
Mark studies the RHIB.
His eyes settle on the helm.
MARK
Hold on.
He steps closer.
MARK
This isn't much bigger than ours.
Rachel looks at him.
RACHEL
What?
MARK
Our boat. This is twenty-four feet?
MASON
Twenty-four.
MARK
Ours is twenty-two.
He studies the controls.
MARK
Twin outboards. Center console. Same basic setup.
MASON
A lot more power. Handles differently loaded.
MARK
Sure. But I know this kind of boat.
Mark looks toward Sunday.
Then back at the RHIB.
MARK
I'll take you.
Rachel is surprised.
RACHEL
Denise and I already planned to go.
MARK
I know. But you want to buy half the store, and this is something I can actually help with.
He glances toward the yacht.
MARK
I can't do much with Sunday yet.
Then toward the tender.
MARK
This I understand.
Denise considers the possibilities.
DENISE
If Mark goes, who's organizing my pantry?
MARK
You are.
DENISE
By myself?
MARK
Nobody telling you where anything belongs.
Denise smiles.
DENISE
You should've started there.
She hands Rachel the list.
DENISE
Coffee. Fresh vegetables. Everything on that paper.
RACHEL
Got it.
DENISE
And chocolate.
MARK
For Sophie?
DENISE
For me.
Mason steps into the RHIB.
MASON
Come on, Mark. I'll show you the differences.
Mark climbs aboard.
For once, he isn't asking someone to do something for him.
He's volunteering.
EXT. SUNDAY — AFT DECK
The RHIB lowers into the water.
Mason explains the controls and safety equipment.
MASON
Take your time. Especially coming back loaded.
MARK
I will.
MASON
Call before you approach. I'll have the lift ready.
Mark nods.
Rachel boards.
The lines come free.
Mark eases the throttles forward.
The RHIB moves smoothly toward shore.
Mason watches.
ACT FOUR — THE STORE
EXT. TWO HARBORS — WATERFRONT
Mark brings the RHIB alongside the dock.
A HARBOR EMPLOYEE catches the line.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
Afternoon.
MARK
Afternoon.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
You from that big yacht?
RACHEL
That's us.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
Nice boat. Staying long?
RACHEL
A few days, we hope.
The employee smiles.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
Enjoy the island.
Mark secures the RHIB.
Rachel looks up toward the village.
For a moment, she considers how easy it would be to stay.
Then she picks up the shopping list.
INT. TWO HARBORS — GENERAL STORE
Ordinary life continues.
A man compares fishing lures.
Two children argue over candy.
A couple talk about dinner.
Rachel and Mark take separate shopping carts.
MARK
Where do you want me?
RACHEL
Dry goods. Whatever keeps.
MARK
And you?
RACHEL
Everything else.
MARK
You realize Denise gave us a list that could feed the island.
RACHEL
Then don't forget the coffee.
They separate.
INT. GENERAL STORE — DRY GOODS AISLE
Mark loads rice, beans, pasta, oats and canned goods.
A WOMAN reaches past him.
WOMAN
Everybody's stocking up.
MARK
Big family weekend.
WOMAN
My husband heard the next ferry might be late.
MARK
From who?
WOMAN
Somebody coming over from the mainland.
She shrugs.
WOMAN
Could be nothing.
Mark nods.
She leaves.
He looks at the remaining supplies.
Takes another bag of rice.
INT. GENERAL STORE — REFRIGERATED AISLE
Rachel gathers fresh vegetables, eggs and milk.
Nearby, an OLDER WOMAN speaks to a store employee.
OLDER WOMAN
They wouldn't let her into the emergency room. Police were standing right outside.
STORE EMPLOYEE
Which hospital?
OLDER WOMAN
Somewhere around Long Beach. She said they were bringing people out in restraints.
STORE EMPLOYEE
Could've been an overdose.
OLDER WOMAN
Could've been. She said one of them had blood all over his shirt.
Rachel pauses.
STORE EMPLOYEE
People are saying all kinds of things today.
Rachel places the milk in her cart.
Continues down the aisle.
INT. GENERAL STORE — FRONT COUNTER
A HARBOR PATROL OFFICER enters.
CASHIER
Afternoon. Any news on the delivery?
OFFICER
That's what I came to ask you.
CASHIER
Still scheduled as far as I know.
OFFICER
If it comes, hold the harbor order before you put anything else out.
CASHIER
We always do.
The officer hesitates.
OFFICER
Maybe set a little extra aside.
The cashier studies him.
CASHIER
Are we expecting trouble?
OFFICER
We're getting conflicting information about mainland shipments.
CASHIER
What's happening over there?
The officer stops.
OFFICER
I wish I knew.
He leaves.
Rachel has heard every word.
INT. GENERAL STORE — DRY GOODS AISLE
Mark is stacking another carton in his cart.
Rachel approaches.
RACHEL
Get more.
MARK
Of what?
RACHEL
Dry staples. Anything useful.
Mark looks at her.
MARK
What happened?
RACHEL
Harbor patrol just asked them to set aside extra food for tomorrow.
MARK
In case the deliveries are late?
RACHEL
Probably.
She studies the shelves.
RACHEL
I'd rather we had ours before everybody else decides to do the same thing.
Mark looks toward the cartons.
MARK
We're going to have to be careful with the weight.
RACHEL
Then we'll stop when we reach what the tender can safely carry.
Mark nods.
He turns toward the stockroom employee.
MARK
Could you bring out the rest of that rice?
INT. GENERAL STORE — FRONT REGISTERS
Cartons surround two heavily loaded shopping carts.
The cashier begins totaling the purchase.
CASHIER
You opening a restaurant?
MARK
Feels like it.
Rachel gives a tired smile.
RACHEL
Family weekend.
The cashier attempts the card payment.
It fails.
Tries again.
Nothing.
CASHIER
Sorry. Connection's been giving us trouble all afternoon.
Mark reaches into his wallet.
MARK
Cash is fine.
CASHIER
You're a lifesaver.
While she counts it, Rachel notices a display of pancake mix.
She pauses.
Takes several boxes.
Adds syrup.
Mark sees her.
MARK
Forgot something?
Rachel smiles faintly.
RACHEL
Sophie.
He smiles back.
EXT. TWO HARBORS — WATERFRONT
Mark and Rachel load the RHIB.
Rice.
Beans.
Canned food.
Pasta.
Fresh produce.
Carefully packed and strapped low.
Mark checks the weight distribution.
MARK
We're close to what Mason said we could recover safely.
RACHEL
Then we're done.
A HARBOR EMPLOYEE walks past.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
Heading back?
MARK
Yep.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
Thought you were staying a few days.
RACHEL
We are. Just taking the shopping back.
The employee notices the cargo.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE
That's quite a grocery run.
MARK
Tell me about it.
The employee walks on.
He takes out his radio.
Mark secures the last strap.
MARK
Ready?
Rachel looks once toward the harbor office.
RACHEL
Ready.
Continue reading: Episode 3 — Part 2