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In the final chapter of Ridgeway, Cate escapes from the law by running up a gravel road that -- in a stroke of blind luck -- leads up the mountain right to her house -- where she collapses, then finds a 'special treat' courtesy of Dixie Mafia chief Big Boy ...
EXT. MOUNTAIN RIDGE ROAD - NIGHT
The cops get out. SLAM the doors.
witch on HIGH-BEAM FLASHLIGHTS.
Start heading down the steep canyon,
sweeping big, bright beams of light
through the woods.
AT THE BOTTOM
Cate stares at the dead bear.
In shock. Soaked to the bone.
The rain starts letting up.
Sees the lights approaching.
Starts high-tailing it up the
hill in the opposite direction.
THE COPS
Start racing down the hill,
flashlights bobbing.
GRAB
Somebody’s down there.
RADY
STOP, POLICE.
They get to the bottom.
See the dead bear. Stop.
RADY
Holy shit.
GRAB
Go get ‘em.
I’ll call it in.
Catch up with ya later.
Rady nods.
Starts heading up the hill.
CATE
Huffs and puffs.
Makes it to the top.
Out of breath. Turns around. Looks down.
Sees Rady’s light heading her way.
CATE
Shit.
Pushes through the foliage.
Arrives at a two-lane paved road
that snakes around in a tight U,
then heads up the hill.
An ancient Parks and Recreation
building sits at the turn, lit by
a lone, Victorian-era street lamp.
She looks up the long road
that snakes up the mountain.
CATE
Fuck that.
RACES toward the building,
just as Rady appears on the road.
Sees her go behind the building.
Pulls out his gun.
RADY
STOP, POLICE.
GRABS his radio --
as he RUNS after her.
RADY
Got ‘em cornered.
Call for backup.
I’m at the bottom of Ellis Grade,
in front of the parks and
recreation building.
He approaches the side
of the building. Stops.
RADY
I know you’re back there.
If you come out nice and easy,
you won’t get hurt.
(listens)
Back-up’s on the way.
Might as well give yourself up.
Cate comes RACING around the corner.
CRACKS Ray on the head with
the flat side of a shovel.
He goes down, THWUMP.
RUNS toward the tiny
parking lot in back.
EXT. PARKS AND RECREATION BUILDING - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
A small affair with a gravel road
heading up the mountain behind it.
Cate runs over.
Looks at the sign.
CATE
I don’t fucking believe it.
EXT. FULLER STREET - NIGHT
Spooky in the dim light coming
from houses at the top of
a ridge on either side.
A siren WHOOPS.
Cate JUMPS off the road,
tumbles down into a gully,
just as another POLICE SUV comes
ROARING by in a CRUNCH of gravel.
She climbs back up.
Sees it’s gone.
Then starts RUNNING.
EXT. FULLER STREET - MOUNTAIN TOP - NIGHT
Cate makes it to the top, exhausted.
Sees her house on the corner.
Starts trudging toward it.
INT. KAYLA’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Cate lurches to the sink.
Splashes cold water on her face.
Leans against the counter.
Every muscle in her body on fire.
Gingerly walks over
to the bedroom doorway.
Sees the lights are out.
And Kayla, sound asleep.
Goes back to the kitchen counter.
Grabs a bottle of whiskey.
Pours a shot.
Downs it. Pours another.
Does a third for good measure.
Wipes her mouth.
Grabs the bong.
FIRES it up.
Sucks down a big hit.
Holds it in a long beat.
Then BLOWS out the smoke. Sighs.
Grabs the bong. The bottle.
Shot glass. Pads into --
INT. KAYLA’S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Plops down on the couch.
Pulls out the wad of bills.
Starts counting it.
A small glassine envelope
filled with white powder falls out.
Hits the table with soft thwap.
CATE
Holy shit.
She dumps it onto the coffee table.
Cuts a big, fat line.
Leans over. SNORTS it.
Her eyes grow wide. Then glassy.
CATE
That’s not coke --
FADE TO BLACK
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