Without Malice: The movie

Synopsis: Two men accidently shoot a game warden while hunting. A 2000 Mind's Eye Entertainment production. Screenplay written by Peter Layton. Starring Jennifer Beals, Craig Sheffer, Gabrielle Anwar, and Corey Haim. Directed by Rob King and Produced by Kevin DeWalt. Read the scene, view the screen: Read the "bear attack" scene from the original script and see how it finally looked when it was filmed.
PAUL Son of a bitch...a grizzly. He measures the paw print with his hand. It's bigger and pressed deep into the soil. PAUL And a big mother. A sudden sound, a branch cracking. Paul jerks up, staring at the bushes moving just ten feet away, then freezes as a huge grizzly steps out and stares at him. PAUL Oh shit. Eyes narrowed, sniffing the air, the big bear watches. Paul ducks down behind the tent. Paul looks quickly over to Marty facing the water, croaking out a warning. PAUL Marty! Marty! The bear growls loudly at Paul's choked cry, moves towards the tent. EXT. CREEKSIDE - DAY The fast moving water rushes loudly past the urinating Marty, staring at nothing. Behind him, the bear bumps up against the tent, nudging it. EXT. NEARBY - THE TENT - DAY The hyper-ventilating Paul glances over at the two rifles a few feet away, reaches out for them, but the grizzly moves suddenly towards his arm. Paul scrambles around the tent to get away. PAUL Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit... It's abruptly quiet. Paul peeks over the tent top. The bear has stopped, staring fixedly at Marty. It growls, moves towards him. EXT. CREEKSIDE - DAY Zipping up, Marty idly kicks a rock into the creek. Behind him, the grizzly lopes towards him, teeth bared. Diving out, Paul snatches up a rifle. EXT. BESIDE THE TENT - DAY Paul jerks open the empty bolt of the .303 rifle, rips apart a carton of shells. The bullets fly out, spilling onto the ground. PAUL Damn!	Quicktime movie (versions 3 +): 1:17 secs. (Need the Quicktime player? Download it from the apple website.)	PAUL Give me that! Calm down! MARTY What happened? Didn't you see it coming? Fuck, you had to! It musta gone right past you! PAUL Not now, Marty, we gotta finish the kill! I only winged it. Paul tosses the 30.06 rifle to Marty. PAUL There's nothing more dangerous than a wounded bear. It'll rip your head right off. Paul glances up at the sun, low in the afternoon sky. PAUL And we don't have much time. EXT. THICK SCRUB BRUSH - AFTERNOON Just ahead of Marty, Paul motions him to stop, easing forward, staring at the branches of a scrub bush. PAUL (whispering) Come here. Look. Tensely, Marty creeps up, sees the pink froth on the branches. PAUL It's fresh. He's close. Paul searches about, studying the ground, darkened by the deepening shadows. MARTY It's getting dark. PAUL Just stay close. And keep that rifle pointed down. You shoot me in the ass, I'll be pissed. Paul grins nervously at Marty. PAUL Exciting, huh? Better than any drug, right? Turning away, Paul steals off. MARTY (muttering) No, drugs are better. Much safer.
	Paul looks up, the bear is ten steps from Marty, going straight for him. PAUL MARTY! Marty spins around, jerks backwards away from the oncoming bear. MARTY Yahhhh! Screaming in terror, kicking water, Marty scrambles away from the grizzly, who stops its charge. MARTY No! No! Get away from me! Hands shaking, gasping for breath, Paul shoves a bullet in to the gun. PAUL Run, Marty, run! Alarmed and confused by all the yelling and shouting all around it, the bear abruptly rushes towards the bush. MARTY Help! Help me! Smashing the bolt shut, Paul whips up the rifle at the escaping bear, but Marty runs towards him, in the line of fire. PAUL Move! Move! Marty leaps aside, just as Paul fires at the grizzly crashing through the bush. He yanks back the bolt, ejects the cartridge, pulls the trigger again. It clicks uselessly, the gun's empty. PAUL Shit! Enraged, Paul throws down the rifle. Marty jumps to his feet, wild-eyed, waving the 30.06 rifle about. MARTY Fucking bear, man! A fucking bear! Grabbing Marty's rifle, Paul rips it away, starts quickly loading both rifles up.