EXT. THE FIELD -- DAY

                Just the two of them. In the field. All is sweet and
                quiet. Sumner comforts a crying August.

                                      SUMNER
                                (sings softly)
                          Wrap me up in my oil skin and blanket/
                          No more 'round the docks, I'll be seen/
                          Just tell me olde shipmates/
                          I'm takin a trip mates/
                          and I'll see ya some day in Fiddler's
                          Green.

                                      AUGUST
                          I didn't know you were Irish.

                                      SUMNER
                          I'm not. But I've slept with a few.  

                                      AUGUST
                          What happens now?

                                      SUMNER
                          I don't know. This is the first time I've
                          ever lead anyone out of the Underworld.

                                      AUGUST
                          Some kind of guide you are. Why didn't
                          you just tell me I was...?

                                      SUMNER
                          Would you have believed me? "Hey dude,
                          you're dead and trapped in a hell. Wanna
                          fuck?" It wouldn't have worked. 
                                (beat)
                          Just tell a new story and you'll be fine.

                                      AUGUST
                          I'm scared.

                                      SUMNER
                          So am I.

                They share a passionate, soul meeting KISS. Sumner breaks
                away. 

                                      SUMNER (CONT'D)
                          I'm this way. You're that way.

                                      AUGUST 
                          So.

                                      SUMNER
                          So.

                                      AUGUST 
                          Bye.

                                      SUMNER 
                          Bye.

                Each turn, walk away -- then very quickly turn back. Both
                LAUGH. Sumner waves and walks off. August fondly watches
                him leave. 

                AUGUST

                In his pocket, a cell phone rings...

                SUMNER 

                He hears that sound and freaks. 

                                      SUMNER (CONT'D)
                          No!

                He turns back and runs for 

                AUGUST

                who reaches for his phone.

                                      AUGUST 
                                (answering)
                          Hello.

                                      SUMNER
                                (screaming)
                          Don't!

                Sumner FREEZES in mid step -- an arms length from August.
                His eyes plead, his mouth is locked in a silent scream.
                August stares on in disbelief. 

                                      AUGUST 
                                (reaches for Sumner)
                          What's wrong--?

                A vile, gnarled, scaly, TALONED HAND erupts from the
                center of Sumner's chest and GRABS August...