42. Jim breathes a sigh of relief. Looks back at Tabitha. She still hasn't moved. He rubs her hand in his, shakes her gently. JIM Tabitha? Baby, wake up. (no response) Tabitha! JULIE (panicking) What's wrong with mom? Is she okay? JIM (reigns it in)
She's fine. Don't worry, we're - we're all fine. I'm gonna get us out of here, okay? Everybody just - just hold on. We're gonna be okay.
Jim scans the car, his mind racing. EXT. SECOND CAR CRASH SITE - SAME TIME
The REAR driver's side door of the BMW creaks open. TOBEY MCCRAY (19) stumbles out of the backseat. He's barefoot, wearing board shorts and a tank-top. Ordinarily he'd be handsome, an all-American, boy-next-door type. The gash on his forehead and the blood streaming down his face sort of temper the aesthetic. He's in shock, trying to collect his thoughts. He takes in the carnage. Stumbles. Vomits. EXT. STREET, TOWN - EARLY EVENING ANGLE ON : A MAKESHIFT SPIKE STRIP BEING ROLLED ACROSS THE ROAD. Kenny and Boyd roll out the strip near the entrance to town, making sure it stretches across the entire road. BOYD (re: the spike strip)
Make sure you pull it taut. Guy seemed unhinged enough as it is. Last thing I need is him barreling through town once he finds out. KENNY How many times you figure we've done this? BOYD Too many.
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