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85.<br />
The Camp Commandant and Beth lie up on the bed, watching a<br />
wall-mounted DIGITAL MONITOR. Beth has her FLUTE in hand.<br />
News reports show nationwide skirmishes between government<br />
and rebel forces.<br />
The Camp Commandant abruptly turns off the news broadcast.<br />
CAMP COMMANDANT<br />
You don’t need to see that.<br />
BETH<br />
Will we be O.K?<br />
CAMP COMMANDANT<br />
I most certainly hope so.<br />
Beth picks up her FLUTE and plays, in an effort to steady<br />
her nerves.<br />
FADE OUT.<br />
EXT. CITY SUBURB - NORMANDALE<br />
The dead trees are ABLAZE.<br />
The bodies of the FORWARD OBSERVER TEAM lie in scrub.<br />
SMOKE obscures the site.<br />
INT. CAMP COMMANDANT’S OFFICE - SLEEPING QUARTERS<br />
Beth stands at the head of the bed. She’s holding her<br />
FLUTE delicately in both hands, fingers posed.<br />
The Camp Commandant lies on the bed, hands behind his<br />
head, completely relaxed.<br />
BETH<br />
What’s going to happen? You’re<br />
in charge of The Island, right?<br />
CAMP COMMANDANT<br />
The camp has to go into lock down.<br />
The rebels have kicked off<br />
something and we just have to keep<br />
up appearances. For as long as<br />
we can, at least.<br />
Beth gets it. She puts the FLUTE to her lips. Starts to<br />
play.
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