EXT. THE MOUTH OF THE BOAT BASIN
Here comes a small but deadly Coast Guard boat with a searchlight
trained into the eye of THE CAMERA. There's a machine-gun mounted
on the front. It opens fire.
EXT. THE SIGNORA L.
Bullets stitch the water off the port side.
EXT. STEVE GAYTON, AT THE RAIL
He's still got the rocket launcher, but before he can do anything
with it, he's torn up and dropped by machine-gun bullets.
JOE goes for the downed rocket-launcher and heís hit.
EXT. BILL, DEKE, BRETT,
At the same time he runs for the rocket-launcher.
She runs to go after him and is hit. She goes down.
Brett! Brett! JESUS! NO!
He throws himself on top of her body in a protective gesture.
EXT. BILL, AT ThE RAIL
Bullets fly around him. They splinter the rail as he picks up
the rocket-launcher, sights in on the C.G. boat, and...whoosh!
EXT. THE COAST GUARD PATROL BOAT
KA-BOOM! Up in flames and smoke. Maybe we could actually see the
machine-gun on flying.
EXT. THE SIGNORA L. AND THE BURNING COAST GUARD BOAT, WIDE
The Signora L. is now under full sail. It doesn't look as classy
as an America's Cup vessel, but she still looks mighty fine as
she sails past the burning hulk of the Coast Guard vessel and then
heads for the mouth of tne boat basin...and Haven.
EXT. BILL, BRETT, AND DEKE
DEKE has BRETT'S head cradled in his lap. As BILL corcS back, she
struggles up to a sitting position.
How, bad? How bad is it?
Relax. Itís going to leave a
scar, but it's all right, It
just grooved me.
She gets up shakily. BILL tears off the tail of his shirt. But before
he can use it as a bandage, her eyes have been taken by something
and she walks toward the rail.
BRETT (very softly)
They join her. Firelight plays brightly on their faces. By now I
think the other survivors have joined them, CURT with his arm
around CONNIE. They look solemn, stunned.
EXT. BILL, BRETT, DEKE,THE OThERS
That's Wilmington, burning to the
She turns to BILL.
Yes. If it cones to that.
What are you talking about?
BILL puts the bandage on BRETTíS wounded arm. He looks over at
DEKE and smiles at him, tiredly but with love.
Tell you what, buddy--I hope you
never have to know.
He finishes tying the bandage. He puts his arms around BRETT and
DEKE again and tney turn to look at the conflagration that was a
small and lovely Southern city.
EXT. WILMINGTON AND THE SIGNORA L. IN THE FOREGROUND
Shillhouetted by the flames, it turns toward the mouth of the bay
THE CAMERA MOLDS ON the racing fire, and then SLOWLY PANS UP to
where the comet has turned the sky to glowing green fire.
HOLDS... HOLDS...and then we fade out.