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P. MEDFORD: Watch yourself, Bob

Graham gives her a comforting smile.


The search units head off into the storm drains.


The trail of jeeps kick on their search lights.


GRAHAM: Graham at Drain 203 . . . in sixth-tenths of a mile and nothing to report, over.

P. MEDFORD: Medford at Drain 207 . . . in one half of a mile, nothing to report, over.


O'Brien, Harold, and Mrs. Lodge are monitoring the radio updates.

PETERSON: Peterson at Drain 223 . . . we're in sixth-tenths of a mile, nothing to report, over.

KIBBEE: This is Kibbee at Drain 192 . . . in eight-tenths of a mile, nothing to report, over.


CUT TO: Peterson and Smitty, Ben's jeep driver.

PETERSON: Wait a minute, hold it. . . Kill the motor.

A tapping sound is heard.

PETERSON: Do you hear that?

SMITTY: Yea.


PETERSON (radio transmit): This is Peterson, stop all motors.

Peterson continues repeating the request, everyone complies.

PETERSON: This is Peterson at Drain 223 . . . we're in just over a mile, I think I hear something. (the tapping continues) There it is again, stand by.







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