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Episode The Walking Dead: Sunday — Season One, Episode Three: Sunday (Part 2 of 2)
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THE WALKING DEAD: SUNDAY
SEASON ONE · EPISODE THREE
SUNDAY
PART 2 OF 2
FINAL SCRIPT — CONTINUED
ACT FIVE — THE DEPARTURE
INT. TWO HARBORS — HARBOR OFFICE
The employee's voice comes through the radio.
HARBOR EMPLOYEE (RADIO)
Sunday's tender is heading back. Pretty heavy load.
The FIRST OFFICER acknowledges.
The SECOND OFFICER looks up.
SECOND OFFICER
Finished already?
FIRST OFFICER
Looks like it.
SECOND OFFICER
You ever get their registration?
FIRST OFFICER
Not yet.
SECOND OFFICER
One hundred twenty-four feet. No captain. Eight people.
FIRST OFFICER
They said they were staying.
The second officer looks toward Sunday's anchorage.
SECOND OFFICER
I'd like to know who's authorized to move that thing before it disappears.
FIRST OFFICER
You think somebody stole it?
SECOND OFFICER
No.
A pause.
SECOND OFFICER
I think we've got a lot of people heading away from the mainland who may not know what they're doing.
He collects his radio.
SECOND OFFICER
I'll go talk to them.
The first officer watches him leave.
EXT. TWO HARBORS — WATERFRONT
A patrol boat leaves the dock.
Behind it, a family walks past with beach towels.
A little boy runs ahead.
Everything looks normal.
EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN — BETWEEN TWO HARBORS AND SUNDAY
Mark drives the RHIB steadily across the water.
Rachel looks behind them.
The patrol boat has just left shore.
RACHEL
Mark.
He glances back.
MARK
I see it.
RACHEL
Don't race them.
MARK
I'm not going to.
He maintains his course.
Sunday grows nearer.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mason watches the approaching RHIB.
Denise stands beside him.
He raises binoculars.
The tender is loaded.
Harbor patrol is following at a distance.
MASON
That's new.
DENISE
What?
MASON
Patrol boat.
The marine radio crackles.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Motor yacht Sunday, Two Harbors. Requesting to speak with the operator.
Mason takes the microphone.
MASON
Sunday. Go ahead.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Is your regular captain still unavailable?
MASON
Affirmative.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
We'd like to discuss vessel documentation and operations.
MASON
We're recovering our tender.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Understood. We'll remain clear during recovery.
Mason picks up the tender radio.
MASON
Mark, bring her in. I've got the lift ready.
MARK (RADIO)
Copy.
Mason turns toward Denise.
MASON
Keep everybody away from the aft deck, please.
DENISE
I will.
EXT. SUNDAY — AFT DECK
Mark eases the RHIB alongside.
Mason takes the line.
Rachel climbs aboard.
Mark shuts down the engines.
RACHEL
They're coming out to us.
MASON
I know.
She glances toward the groceries.
RACHEL
Should we unload anything first?
MASON
No. Everything stays strapped. It's within the recovery load.
Mason checks the lifting attachments.
The balance.
The cargo restraints.
The patrol boat slows nearby.
HARBOR PATROL (LOUDHAILER)
Sunday, we'd like to speak with whoever is in charge.
Mason keeps his attention on the lift.
MASON
Mark, watch the stern.
The RHIB rises.
Water drains from its hull.
The load sways slightly.
Mason pauses the lift until the movement settles.
He checks it again.
Continues.
The RHIB reaches its cradle.
He seats it carefully.
Secures it.
Checks the restraints twice.
MASON
Tender secure.
Rachel looks toward the patrol boat.
RACHEL
Anchor next.
Mason nods.
The groceries remain strapped inside the RHIB.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Rachel takes the microphone.
RACHEL
Two Harbors, Sunday. What do you need from us?
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
We'd like to verify registration and the authority of your current operator.
RACHEL
Is there a safety problem?
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Our concern is the size of your vessel and the absence of its regular captain.
RACHEL
The operator is familiar with the yacht.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
We understand. We'd still appreciate an opportunity to review your documentation.
RACHEL
Are you directing us to remain here?
A pause.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
We'd prefer you stay in the area until a supervisor can speak with you.
Rachel considers that.
RACHEL
Understood.
She lowers the microphone.
EXT. SUNDAY — FOREDECK
The anchor chain rises.
Mason watches the windlass.
Mark glances toward the patrol boat.
MARK
Maybe we ought to let them inspect the paperwork.
MASON
Maybe.
MARK
If there's a rule, Grant's lawyers can sort it out.
Mason checks the anchor.
It breaks the surface.
Seats properly.
He secures it.
MASON
Anchor's up.
Mark looks toward the pilothouse.
MARK
All right.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mason returns to the helm.
Rachel stands beside him.
MASON
Tender secure. Anchor secure.
She nods.
RACHEL
Let's get clear.
Mason checks the surrounding traffic.
Begins moving Sunday ahead.
The patrol boat stays parallel, at a safe distance.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
Sunday, we'd still like you to remain for verification.
Mark takes the microphone.
MARK
Two Harbors, Sunday. We have the documents aboard. We can provide them through the appropriate channels.
HARBOR PATROL (RADIO)
We'd prefer to discuss them in person.
MARK
Understood.
He lowers the microphone.
The patrol boat continues beside them.
Then the officer aboard raises his radio.
He listens.
Looks toward the mainland.
Something in his posture changes.
The patrol boat slows.
Mason notices.
MASON
They're turning.
Rachel watches.
The boat heads back toward Two Harbors.
MARK
Maybe they got another call.
RACHEL
Maybe.
Mason keeps Sunday on a safe, steady course.
INT. TWO HARBORS — HARBOR OFFICE
The second officer returns.
FIRST OFFICER
You get the paperwork?
SECOND OFFICER
No.
FIRST OFFICER
Why'd you come back?
SECOND OFFICER
Another call.
FIRST OFFICER
From who?
The radio crackles.
RADIO VOICE
...Long Beach requesting available information on vessels departing the affected area after—
Static.
FIRST OFFICER
After what?
He grabs the microphone.
FIRST OFFICER
Long Beach, this is Two Harbors. Repeat your transmission.
Silence.
FIRST OFFICER
Long Beach, Two Harbors. Say again.
Only static.
The officers exchange a look.
Outside the window, a family walks back from the beach.
The harbor lights are coming on.
ACT SIX — WHAT LOOKS SAFE
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Catalina recedes behind them.
Mark opens a notebook.
MARK
I want a record of everything they said.
Mason glances at him.
MASON
Why?
MARK
If they decide there's an issue, I want the facts written down.
He begins recording the exchanges.
MARK
I'll give it to Grant's attorneys.
Rachel studies him.
RACHEL
You really think they'll bother?
Mark looks up.
MARK
I've worked for Grant twenty years. I've seen him spend more on legal fees arguing over a parking easement than most people spend on their houses.
MASON
Sounds like Grant.
MARK
If we broke some harbor rule, we'll deal with it. If we didn't, they'll deal with that too.
He closes the notebook.
MARK
There's a proper way to settle these things.
Rachel looks toward the water behind them.
RACHEL
I hope we're able to use it.
INT. SUNDAY — MAIN SALON
Denise has cleared the pantry shelves.
Emma looks through a window.
Noah and Evan sit nearby.
Sophie colors at the table.
Rachel enters.
DENISE
How much did you get?
RACHEL
Enough to keep you busy when we stop.
DENISE
Good.
Emma turns.
EMMA
Why were those people following us?
RACHEL
They wanted to check the yacht's paperwork.
EMMA
Then why didn't we stop?
RACHEL
We spoke to them. They never gave us a clear reason to stay.
NOAH
Maybe they were just doing their jobs.
RACHEL
Maybe.
Noah studies her.
NOAH
You say that a lot.
Rachel looks at him.
RACHEL
I've noticed.
NOAH
When Dad says maybe, it means he thinks the answer is probably yes.
MARK (O.S.)
I can hear you.
Mark enters.
NOAH
Exactly.
A brief laugh.
Then Evan looks toward the darkening coastline.
EVAN
How do we know if people are trying to help us?
The room quiets.
RACHEL
Sometimes we don't.
EVAN
That's not much of an answer.
RACHEL
It's the one I've got.
Denise folds the shopping list.
DENISE
Everyone on the island seemed perfectly normal.
EMMA
Maybe they were.
Sophie looks up from her drawing.
SOPHIE
There were kids on the beach.
Rachel turns toward her.
SOPHIE
Why couldn't we stay there?
Rachel kneels beside her.
RACHEL
Because we needed to keep moving.
SOPHIE
But it looked safe.
Rachel looks at her daughter.
RACHEL
I know.
SOPHIE
Maybe it was.
Rachel gently brushes Sophie's hair aside.
RACHEL
Maybe it was.
Sophie returns to her drawing.
Rachel looks through the window.
The island is nearly gone.
ACT SEVEN — WHAT THE MAINLAND KNOWS
EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN
The sun lowers toward the horizon.
Sunday moves away from Catalina.
The groceries remain strapped inside the RHIB, secured in its cradle.
The yacht continues toward a sheltered nighttime anchorage.
INT. SUNDAY — MAIN SALON
A television struggles to hold a signal.
A reporter stands outside a police barricade.
REPORTER (TV)
...authorities are asking residents to avoid several downtown intersections while police—
The picture freezes.
Noah changes channels.
A sitcom.
Perfect reception.
NOAH
Of course.
He switches back.
Police vehicles outside a hospital.
REPORTER (TV)
...emergency services remain operational, although officials are urging—
The audio disappears.
Emma tosses the remote onto the couch.
EMMA
Unbelievable.
A PHONE VIBRATES.
Emma looks down.
EMMA
Wait.
She lifts her phone.
EMMA
I've got service.
Another phone vibrates.
Then another.
Within seconds, the salon erupts with notifications.
Mark's phone.
Rachel's.
Denise's.
Noah's.
Evan's.
Sophie's tablet lights up with a connection notification.
From the pilothouse, Mason's phone rings.
NOAH
Holy crap. We're back!
DENISE
Language.
NOAH
Everybody's phones are working!
People begin talking at once.
MARK
Let me try Grant.
RACHEL
Evan, see if your parents answer.
DENISE
I've got a pile of messages.
EMMA
So do I.
For a moment, the yacht feels connected to the world again.
Then Emma stops smiling.
She scrolls through her group chat.
Messages from Saturday.
Messages from Sunday.
Some arriving out of order after the long interruption.
GROUP CHAT — FRIENDS
KAYLA: anyone know why they're closing the freeway?
TYLER: they're not closing it my dad literally just drove through
BRI: my mom said don't go near the hospitals
MADDIE: why
BRI: IDK SHE JUST SAID DON'T
TYLER: someone got shot near my house
MADDIE: stop making stuff up
TYLER: IM NOT
Emma scrolls.
KAYLA: anyone seen sarah
BRI: she went home
KAYLA: no she didn't
SARAH: im here
Emma exhales.
Then—
SARAH: dont call me
SARAH: please
Emma stares.
She types.
EMMA (TEXT): Sarah what's wrong?
The message begins sending.
Across the room, Evan has gone completely still.
Noah notices.
NOAH
Ev?
No answer.
NOAH
What?
Evan swallows.
EVAN
It's my mom.
On his phone—
MOM (TEXT): Evan, honey, Dad and I are going to try to get to Grandma's in Washington. I don't know if we'll make it. Things are getting bad here. Please stay with Mark and Rachel. Listen to them.
Another message appears beneath it.
MOM (TEXT): Your dad wants you to know how proud we are of you. We love you so much. Whatever happens, don't ever forget that.
Evan reads it.
Again.
NOAH
They're going to Washington?
Evan nods.
NOAH
Your grandma's?
Evan nods again.
NOAH
Why?
EVAN
I don't know.
He presses CALL.
Across the salon, Mark is already holding his phone to his ear.
MARK
Come on, Grant.
Rachel tries a number.
Denise listens to an unanswered call.
For several seconds, phones ring throughout the salon.
Then Evan's screen displays—
CALL FAILED.
He tries again.
EVAN
I've got bars.
RACHEL
Messages can come through even when calls won't connect.
Mark lowers his phone.
MARK
Grant's not answering.
Evan types.
EVAN (TEXT): Mom what are you talking about? What's going on? Please call me.
He presses SEND.
The message hangs.
Emma's outgoing message is still pending.
Noah looks down at his screen.
NOAH
Guys?
Rachel turns.
NOAH
I just lost service.
Emma checks hers.
EMMA
Me too.
Across the room, the phones begin losing their connections.
One after another.
Mark moves toward a window.
His call fails.
Denise tries again.
Nothing.
Evan watches his message.
NOT DELIVERED.
He raises the phone.
EVAN
Come on.
Nothing.
The salon falls silent.
Moments ago, everyone was talking over one another.
Now nobody has anything to say.
Evan sits.
Reads the last line again.
Whatever happens, don't ever forget that.
Noah sits beside him.
NOAH
Maybe they're already on the road.
Evan shakes his head.
EVAN
My mom doesn't talk like this.
Noah studies the message.
He doesn't try another explanation.
He just stays.
Sophie looks around the room.
SOPHIE
Did something bad happen?
Rachel kneels beside her.
RACHEL
We don't know yet.
SOPHIE
Then why does everybody look scared?
Rachel looks at the other faces in the room.
She has no answer.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mason remains at the helm.
Sunday is still underway.
His phone lies beside the chart display.
No signal.
But one notification remains.
NEW VOICEMAIL — CAPTAIN HALE
The message downloaded during the brief return of service.
Mason stops breathing for a moment.
He presses PLAY.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
Mason. It's me.
Interference.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
I don't know if you're getting these. I've been trying since—
Distortion.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
Linda's with me. Jen's—
A crashing sound.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
No! Leave that! Just leave it!
Mason grips the console.
Hale returns, breathing harder.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
Something's wrong here. I don't know how to explain it.
A distant shout.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
It's not just people fighting. I saw a guy get hit by a car. Hard. And then he—
Hale stops.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
I don't know. Maybe I didn't see it right.
Mason listens.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
Everybody's saying different things. Police. Hospitals. Nobody seems to know what they're dealing with.
The audio breaks.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
Don't bring Sunday back in. Keep her clear of the docks until I talk to you.
Mason closes his eyes briefly.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
I'm trying to get back. Just—
A door slams.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
Jen, get away from—
The message ends.
Mason remains still.
He plays the last few seconds again.
And again.
Then he looks toward the water ahead.
The yacht continues moving.
He cannot leave the helm.
He takes the microphone for Sunday's internal intercom.
MASON
Mark? Can you come up here?
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mark enters.
MARK
What's wrong?
Mason holds out his phone.
MASON
Hale.
Mark listens to the message.
By the end, his expression has changed.
MARK
I'll get Rachel.
MASON
Don't leave me up here wondering what everybody thinks.
Mark pauses.
Mason regrets the words immediately.
MASON
Sorry.
Mark looks at him.
MARK
We'll come back.
INT. SUNDAY — MAIN SALON
Rachel, Emma, Noah, Evan, Denise and Sophie gather around Mark.
Mason's voicemail plays through his phone.
The last words echo in the quiet room.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
Jen, get away from—
The recording ends.
Nobody speaks.
RACHEL
Play the part about the car.
Mark does.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
...I saw a guy get hit by a car. Hard. And then he—
Interference.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
I don't know. Maybe I didn't see it right.
Rachel studies the phone.
RACHEL
He never says what happened afterward.
MARK
No.
EMMA
Could he have been in shock?
RACHEL
Possibly.
DENISE
Or the man got up.
Rachel turns toward her.
Denise looks uncomfortable with her own suggestion.
DENISE
People survive accidents.
NOAH
Not the kind Dad described yesterday.
Rachel looks toward her son.
NOAH
Those ships hit boats. People were still moving around. Maybe everybody was just scared.
Mark lowers the phone.
MARK
We don't know what Hale saw.
RACHEL
No. But he was clear about staying away from the docks.
Emma looks toward the pilothouse.
EMMA
Mason's going to want to go back anyway.
Nobody disagrees.
Mark's phone lights up as he checks the messages received during the brief connection.
He opens the conversation with GRANT.
At the bottom is a new message.
RUN
Mark stares.
RACHEL
What?
He turns the screen toward her.
RACHEL
That's Grant?
Mark nods.
RACHEL
When did it come in?
MARK
With everything else.
He tries calling.
CALL FAILED.
MASON (INTERCOM)
Mark? Everything okay down there?
Mark picks up the intercom.
MARK
Coming up.
Rachel looks at him.
RACHEL
What are we going to tell him?
Mark studies Grant's message.
MARK
The truth.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mason checks the chart.
Mark and Rachel enter.
MASON
Well?
RACHEL
Hale's warning is serious. But the recording doesn't tell us exactly what happened.
MASON
I know what I heard.
RACHEL
So do I.
Mark steps closer.
MARK
Grant sent me something.
He shows Mason the phone.
RUN
Mason studies it.
MASON
Run where?
MARK
That's all he wrote.
Mason looks from Mark to Rachel.
MASON
What if Hale's trying to get to the rigs?
RACHEL
Then we need to know whether they're still safe.
MASON
How are we supposed to know without going?
Rachel doesn't have an answer.
Mark looks through the windshield.
MARK
We aren't going toward Los Angeles tonight.
Mason turns.
MASON
You don't get to decide that by yourself.
Mark meets his eyes.
MARK
Neither do you.
Silence.
Sunday continues through the water.
Mason looks toward the chart.
Then back at Hale's voicemail.
He takes his phone.
MASON
There's somewhere we can anchor.
RACHEL
Safe?
MASON
Safer than moving around in the dark while everybody argues.
Mark nods.
MARK
Then that's where we go.
Mason turns back to the helm.
His hand rests on the controls.
He looks frightened.
But he knows what to do next.
EPILOGUE — JUST UNTIL HALE GETS BACK
EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN — OFF CATALINA
Darkness spreads across the water.
Sunday approaches a sheltered anchorage away from Two Harbors and the main vessel routes.
Mason checks the chart.
The depth.
The wind.
The surrounding traffic.
Mark stands nearby, following the information as Mason explains it.
Sunday slows.
The anchor descends.
Chain follows.
Mason sets it carefully.
Checks the hold.
Waits.
Sunday settles into a gentle swing.
The engines shut down.
The sudden quiet feels strange.
MARK
We're staying here?
MASON
Unless something changes.
Mark looks toward the dark water.
MARK
Works for me.
EXT. SUNDAY — AFT DECK
Sunday rests at anchor.
The RHIB remains secured in its cradle.
Mason checks the tender and its cargo.
MASON
All right. We can unload now.
Mark begins unfastening the groceries.
Denise waits in the doorway.
DENISE
Please tell me you brought the coffee.
MARK
Yes, Denny.
DENISE
Good. Then I suppose I'll let you back aboard.
Noah and Evan carry small cartons inside.
Emma helps Sophie with a bag.
Mark passes another box to Rachel.
For a while, the family works without arguing.
Mason watches them from the aft deck.
He looks toward the dark horizon.
Then returns to securing the remaining equipment.
INT. SUNDAY — GALLEY
The counters are crowded with groceries.
Rice.
Beans.
Pasta.
Canned vegetables.
Flour.
Cooking oil.
Fresh food.
Denise directs the boys.
DENISE
Not there. That's where the plates go.
NOAH
You said the bottom shelf.
DENISE
In the pantry.
NOAH
There are about forty bottom shelves on this boat.
Evan laughs.
Denise points.
DENISE
That one.
Noah carries the carton away.
Emma picks up a strawberry.
Denise catches her.
DENISE
Those are for everyone.
EMMA
I am everyone.
DENISE
You're enough trouble for everyone.
Emma smiles.
Sophie spots a familiar box.
SOPHIE
Pancakes!
She lifts the mix.
SOPHIE
Mom! You found them!
Rachel turns.
RACHEL
Thought you might want some tomorrow.
Sophie wraps her arms around her.
Rachel holds her.
Denise watches for a moment.
Then returns to her work.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mason stands beside the anchor display.
Mark and Rachel face him.
MARK
We need to change how we're doing things.
Mason looks up.
MASON
What things?
MARK
You doing everything.
MASON
You don't know how to run Sunday.
MARK
I know.
Mason waits.
MARK
That's the problem we're trying to fix.
Rachel steps closer.
RACHEL
We aren't asking you to teach us how to captain the yacht overnight.
MASON
Good. Because I can't.
MARK
I can learn the radio. The alarms. How to watch for traffic.
RACHEL
And the boys can help with simple lookout duties during daylight, with somebody supervising.
Mason studies them.
MASON
Hale didn't let me touch half these controls for months.
MARK
We're not going to touch them.
RACHEL
We just want you to be able to sleep without worrying somebody's going to miss something obvious.
Mason looks toward the window.
MASON
I'm still going to worry.
Neither adult argues.
Mark takes a chair.
MARK
Then show us what to watch.
Mason hesitates.
Then points to the radar.
MASON
All right.
He begins teaching them.
Not how to run the yacht.
How to recognize when something needs him.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Mason finishes explaining the anchor alarm.
MASON
Anything comes close, wake me. Anchor alarm goes off, wake me. Something doesn't look right—
MARK
Wake you.
MASON
Immediately.
RACHEL
Immediately.
Mason studies them.
Rachel takes the lookout chair.
RACHEL
I'll take the first watch. Mark relieves me.
MARK
And you're sleeping.
Mason looks through the windshield.
MASON
You sure?
MARK
We're not moving. We know what to watch. And we've got the world's most nervous instructor if we need help.
Mason almost smiles.
MASON
That's not reassuring.
MARK
It wasn't supposed to be.
Mason picks up his phone.
Starts toward the door.
Stops.
Looks back at the displays.
Rachel notices.
RACHEL
We'll get you if anything changes.
He nods.
Leaves.
INT. SUNDAY — CREW CABIN
Mason lies on his bunk.
He opens Hale's voicemail.
Listens to the final seconds.
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
...I'm trying to get back. Just—
HALE (VOICEMAIL)
Jen, get away from—
Silence.
Mason opens a photograph.
Hale.
Linda.
Jen.
Mason.
All four laughing around a dinner table.
His thumb rests over Jen's face.
He locks the phone.
Sets it beside his pillow.
Closes his eyes.
A metallic sound comes from somewhere in the yacht.
His eyes open.
He listens.
Another sound.
A door closing.
Then Mark's voice, faintly audible overhead.
MARK (O.S.)
I know. I checked it.
A quieter response from Rachel.
Mason sits up.
His feet find the floor.
He stays there for a moment.
Then slowly lies back down.
The yacht moves gently around its anchor.
He keeps his eyes open.
Eventually, they close.
INT. SUNDAY — GUEST CABIN
Denise closes the door.
Her hands ache from moving groceries.
She sits on the edge of the bed and rubs her fingers.
Outside, the boys laugh.
Sophie calls for Rachel.
A door closes.
Denise smiles faintly.
Then lies down.
INT. SUNDAY — PILOTHOUSE
Rachel sits at the navigation console.
Radar sweeps across the display.
Sunday swings gently around her anchor.
Mark enters with two mugs of tea.
He sets one beside her.
MARK
Everything okay?
RACHEL
So far.
Mark looks outside.
Dark water.
Stars.
Nothing moving nearby.
He sits.
MARK
Do you think we should've stayed at Two Harbors?
Rachel considers that.
RACHEL
We got everyone back safely.
MARK
Not exactly what I asked.
RACHEL
It's the answer I have.
Mark nods.
He checks his phone.
Grant's message remains on the screen.
RUN
MARK
I still think Point San Luis is our best option.
Rachel looks out at the horizon.
RACHEL
Maybe it is.
Mark turns the phone facedown.
MARK
We'll figure it out tomorrow.
A pause.
MARK
Wake me when it's my watch.
RACHEL
I will.
He kisses her forehead.
Then leaves.
Rachel returns her attention to the radar.
Beside the navigation chart lies Sophie's drawing.
Sunday beneath a bright yellow sun.
Blue water.
Eight smiling stick figures aboard.
Rachel picks it up.
Studies the figures.
Eight.
She counts them without realizing it.
Then looks toward the dark windshield.
She carefully moves the drawing away from a damp coffee mug.
Places it beside the chart.
Checks the radar.
Outside, the yacht swings slowly against its anchor.
EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN
Sunday rests beneath a sky filled with stars.
The engines are silent.
The tender is secured in its cradle.
Seven people sleep.
Rachel keeps watch.
Beyond the horizon, Los Angeles is still illuminated.
Roads carry headlights through the darkness.
A distant aircraft crosses the sky.
In the city, somewhere, a telephone rings.
It rings until the call goes unanswered.
Out here, Sunday continues swinging gently around her anchor.
Eight people aboard.
A small white yacht on an enormous dark ocean.
FADE OUT.