Arctic Blue Page #13
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- Year:
- 1993
- 95 min
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Corbett uses snow and the squirrel's fur to wipe the blood
from his face, then wipes the knife off and lays it, open,
next to his leg.
ERIC:
I'll hold onto that.
With a wry smile, Corbett pushes it back over to Eric.
While Eric eats his dinner, Corbett listens to the STORM and
watches him eat.
CORBETT:
Sure love to know where you fit
in up here.
ERIC:
I'm here to do my job.
CORBETT:
You want to fool yourself about
that bullshit job, fine. Damn
shame you have to drag your
girlfriend along. You think a
woman like that will be happy
making moose stew for a man
-more-
(CONTINUED)
113 CONTINUED:
(2)CORBETT (Cont'd)
making your salary? Look, I'll
give you five grand. Take the
money and go home where you both
belong.
ERIC:
Don't f***ing insult me.
Corbett smiles -- maybe he's beginning to understand Eric.
CORBETT:
Folks come to Alaska for a real
short list of reasons: Money.
Adventure. Solitude. Those
cover most everyone. But
frontiers also draw another type
of man. One with a demon in his
gut. He comes to the edge of the
world to face that demon, and lay
it to rest.
ERIC:
Yeah?
CORBETT:
Yep. Sometimes they do, but
usually they end up crazy or
dead.
Eric ponders Corbett's words as he eats.
114 INT. THE TURTLE - NIGHT
Anne Marie is frantic with worry. She has the AM/FM RADIO
on for company.
RADIO (VO)
...This is "Tundra Topics" on
KFAR. Remember, as the nights
get longer, be sure to stay on a
regular sleep schedule. The
depression from the coming of
winter that doctors call
'Seasonal Affective Disorder' --
or 'Arctic Blue' to us lay folk
-- is preventable.
Anne Marie tunes the radio to "Pipeline of the North" on
KIAK.
(CONTINUED)
114 CONTINUED:
RADIO (VO)
(continuing)
...John Byers was hospitalized in
Fairbanks today for an infection
in an abscessed tooth. Mr. Byers
had a toothache and attempted to
remove the tooth himself with a
pair of pliers...
Suddenly, a BUMP rocks the Turtle. Someone is outside.
Startled, Anne Marie turns the lights off and looks out the
window.
No sign of a vehicle or a person. As she pulls on her
parka, she glances at the big rifle leaning against the
wall, but doesn't touch it.
115 EXT. THE TURTLE
Her visitor, whoever it is, is behind the Turtle. Anne
Marie cautiously rounds the corner and stops dead.
NEW ANGLE:
A foraging GRIZZLY sniffs around, attracted by the smell of
fresh carrion -- Wilder. Eight feet tall and eleven-hundred
pounds, it's used to having its way. Right now, it's
hungry.
With a casual swipe of its paw, its massive claws puncture
the Turtle's aluminum skin, popping open the door of the
utility compartment. The bear pokes its head inside, and
Wilder's body slumps out into the snow. The bear pushes at
the corpse with its snout. Salivating, it prepares to dig
in.
Anne Marie looks around, wondering what the hell to do nEXT.
Wilder's snowmobile is a few yards behind her, parked
against the side of the Turtle. She inches toward it.
Testily, the bear looks up, SNIFFING loudly.
Keeping her eyes on the bear, Anne Marie feels for the
snowmobile ignition keys. They're not there. She feels
around inside the saddlebags and finds three emergency road
flares.
Anne Marie IGNITES the flares. They illuminate the area
with an eerie reddish glow. She YELLS at the bear, wields
the flares like Excalibur and moves forward.
The bear, reluctant to leave so hearty a pre-hibernation
meal, GROWLS and c*cks its head back and forth to assess the
threat. As Anne Marie inches ahead, the bear stands on hind
legs to its full height to meet the challenge.
(CONTINUED)
115 CONTINUED:
Anne Marie tosses a flare toward the bear. It grunts when
the flare hits it, and shuffles backwards. Anne Marie
throws another flare. With a ROAR from hell, the bear
charges. Anne Marie falls back. Still holding the last
flare, she's forced into a crawl space under the Turtle.
Anne Marie tries to squeeze out the other side, but she's
pinned in by the unevenness of the hard ground. The bear
swipes at her, its huge paw inches away. Anne Marie jabs at
the paw with the flare, but that only makes the bear more
quarrelsome.
She twists around, looking for a defense. Above her is the
cabling from the generator to the circuit box for the
Turtle's electrical system. She tugs at it, but it won't
budge. The bear SNIFFS at Anne Marie with its big wet
snout. Anne Marie notices warning a sign on a control
valve:
? DANGER!!
? BLACK WATER
? UNTREATED SEWAGE
Grimacing, she tries to turn the valve. After much effort,
it SNAPS and opens, releasing a stream of fetid sewage.
WIDER:
The bear gets a muzzle full of the stuff. HOWLING
unhappily, it backs away, GRUNTING and SNEEZING. Greatly
offended, its appetite gone, it lopes into the forest.
Anne Marie squirms out from under the Turtle and, gagging
from the horrible smell, pulls off her wet parka.
CUT TO:
116 EXT. WOODS NEAR THE TURTLE - SERIES OF SHOTS - NIGHT
Wearing one of Eric's coats, Anne Marie stands in the center
of three similarly-sized trees. A FLARE supplies the light.
The big Remington rifle leans against the tree closest to
her.
She tosses one end of a hundred feet of nylon rope over a
sturdy tree branch twenty-five feet from the ground. Then
she throws the other end over an opposing branch and
stretches the rope like a clothesline.
(CONTINUED)
116 CONTINUED:
She attaches a second length of rope perpendicular to the
first and throws it over a third tree branch, midway between
the other two. She kneels and ties something BELOW FRAME to
the cross-length rope.
Pulling mightily on the perpendicular rope, she hoists
something heavy to the level of the branches. The flare
burns out, plunging the area into darkness.
Anne Marie wraps the rope around the tree trunk and
nervously tries to LIGHT another flare. As she does, the
forest seems closer, sinister, filled with lurking ogres.
Seized with an instinctual fear, she grabs the rifle and
runs back to the Turtle.
FADE TO:
117 EXT. ENDICOTT FOOTHILLS - DAY
The storm has passed, leaving a fresh covering of powdery
snow in drifts like sand dunes. Eric and Corbett trek
toward Devil's Cauldron through the ever-thickening forest.
Corbett has made them snow goggles by cutting slits in
strips of tree bark worn like sunglasses. Eric, using a
tree branch as a walking stick, still limps on his sore
ankle. For the first time, he keeps the magnum stuck in his
waistband.
CORBETT:
There's a cabin, maybe twenty
miles south of here.
ERIC:
(kneels to adjust his ankle
wrap)
Too bad we're heading west.
CORBETT:
There's a snowmobile. Inside a
day we could be on the Yukon. I
got money there. Remember that
five thousand? Make it ten. Be
smart. Take it and walk away.
ERIC:
(bristling)
You don't get it, do you?
Corbett takes advantage of Eric's poor peripheral vision
from the visor by kneeing Eric in the face. Eric falls
backwards into the snow. Corbett takes off like a
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