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 CLEARCUT Written byKenneth WhiteKenneth White1108 Wellesley AvenueModesto, CA 95350-5044(209) 567-0600Ken1White@aol.com 
 
CLEARCUT FADE IN: EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN - OFF SAN FRANCISCO - DAYSixty miles out. Open ocean. Two Zodiacs lashed together.Mild chop. Two men. One mission.Hand-painted on the side of one Zodiac: "Live Free or Die." On the other: "It's Not Nice to Fool Mother Nature."HUNTERAnother day, another mountain.HUNTER REED,
samurai
buccaneer, stares through the binoculars. The lines are deep in his face. The wear oftoo many years running at the red line is beginning toshow. He wears a "Cal" Berkeley baseball hat. He checkshis antique, Boy Scout compass. WYATTAny regrets, Hunter? WYATT O'LEARY, media shaman, rides shotgun. He'sremarkably fit for a man whose doctor greets him each year with an incredulous, "You're still alive?" He wears floppy campaign hat with "Greenpeace" stitched across it.HUNTERJust one. Never won the longboard championship in Maui.A silver DOLPHIN breaches the surface, startling Hunter.His compass pops into the air and PLOPS into the water.Hunter grabs for it, but it's gone.The dolphin pops up on its tail fin, CHATTERING at the twofriends. It glides up close to the Zodiac. Hunter strokesits glistening head. WYATTUnfinished business?HUNTER None, Wyatt. You? WYATTI worry sometimes.HUNTERThat?
 
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2 WYATTJesus drinks himself to sleep worryingabout us.HUNTER Let's send him some Jack. WYATT We sure dodged some bullets since we were kids.HUNTER We're all just one bad decision from disaster.The dolphin backpedals away and dives below the ocean'ssurface. WYATTRemember Mount Rushmore? That humanchain we formed with those Sioux. Pissed all over Washington's nose.HUNTER Where'd that come from? WYATTMust be all this wet stuff.Hunter scoops a handful of ocean.HUNTERThere is something about water. WYATTMaybe 'cause we once had gills and  webbed feet.Hunter shoots him a look.HUNTERIf there's magic in this world, it'sin water.On the horizon, a WHALE jumps out of the ocean. Hunter points.HUNTERThar she blows.Tattooed into the weathered flesh on the back of his righthand is a Trident -- the three-pronged spear of the sea-god, Neptune.In the distance, the pod of WHALES flees. A fleet ofRussian WHALERS chases.Hunter and Wyatt unlash. They zoom their Zodiacs between
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