Arctic Blue Page #6

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ANNE MARIE:

Was there any trouble?

ERIC:

He was sitting in a hot tub with

a hooker.

ANNE MARIE:

Going after killers isn't the

same as chasing poachers, Eric.

ERIC:

(grins)

Can't help myself. Corbett's

type always pisses me off.

(hands her the package)

Oh, I found this at the post

office. Had your name on it.

(CONTINUED)

37 CONTINUED:

Perplexed, she looks at the return address --

Bloomingdale's. Delighted, she tears it open. Inside is a

pretty, elegant dress. Anne Marie kisses him.

ANNE MARIE:

Oh, sweetheart. It's beautiful!

ERIC:

You were looking at it in the

catalog. Don't know where you

can wear it...

ANNE MARIE:

I'll wear it for you. And I can

wear it when we go home. We

won't be here forever.

ERIC:

(frowning)

You make it sound like a prison

sentence.

ANNE MARIE:

That's not what I meant.

ERIC:

It's exactly what you meant.

ANNE MARIE:

Look, why get into this again.

As long as it's working, let's

leave it alone. It's been nice

so far. We're together --

ERIC:

-- Permanently?

ANNE MARIE:

(sighs)

Do I want to be with you

permanently? Yes, I think I do.

But be with what you do and the

way you live? That I don't know.

C'mon, Eric, until I met you,

coming back to Alaska was totally

out of the question for me. But

I'm here. I'm getting great

pictures, and I'm having fun.

(slips her arms around him)

I love you.

(kisses him)

So shut up and let's eat.

38 EXT. DEVIL'S CAULDRON - NIGHT

An old primer-grey station wagon rattles into town and

parks. With an unlit cheroot stuck in his mouth, "VIKING"

BOB CORBETT gets out and stretches. He's 38, six-foot-six,

with sandy hair, beard, ruddy skin, and his brother's dark

eyes.

He looks around for some sign of life. He spots Neff

tending one of the windmills and walks over to him.

VIKING BOB:

I'm looking for some trappers.

Ben Corbett, Mitchell, LeMalle.

Seen 'em?

NEFF:

Yesterday. Said they were going

to Cache. They were thirsty, but

we were voted dry.

VIKING BOB:

Sh*t.

As Viking Bob walks back to his station wagon, he notices

Kenai poking around in front of Wilder's cabin.

VIKING BOB'S POV

Illuminated by a bare bulb is Wilder's typical bush-country

front yard. Piled are five cords of wood, boxes, tarps,

stove parts, saw horses, 55-gallon drums, dismantled snow

machines, wash tubs, tires, etc.

Bunching his collar around his neck, Kenai shivers and sorts

through Corbett's traps.

NEW ANGLE:

Viking Bob ambles over to Kenai.

VIKING BOB:

These yours?

KENAI:

Gonna make an offer. Man who

owns them won't need them where

he's going.

39 INT. WILDER'S CABIN

Wilder peers out the window and sees Viking Bob, then turns

to Corbett.

(CONTINUED)

39 CONTINUED:

WILDER:

Back against the bars. Now.

Wilder handcuffs Corbett's hands to the cell door bars, then

quickly wraps a piece of duct tape across Corbett's face,

covering his mouth.

Stuffing a .357 magnum in his belt, Wilder, coatless, slips

outside.

As soon as he's out the door, Corbett cranes his neck and

painfully tries to pry the tape off his face with the corner

of the door hinge.

40 EXT. WILDER'S CABIN

The look on Wilder's face tells Kenai to shut up. Viking

Bob realizes something's up.

WILDER:

Your brother and the boys left me

some traps to sell for them.

They're gone --

VIKING BOB:

-- To Cache. So I heard. Ben

never said nothing to me about

selling his gear.

41 INT. WILDER'S CABIN

Corbett gets the tape partially off his mouth. He pries one

of his boots off and kicks it through a window.

CORBETT:

Bob! They got me on a murder

charge!

42 EXT. WILDER'S CABIN

Wilder pulls his .357 out.

WILDER:

Sorry, Bob. I'll have to keep

you here 'til I ship him south.

Viking Bob responds by flinging a heavy trap at Wilder, then

punching him in the gut. Wilder sprawls among the junk,

dropping his revolver. Kenai freezes, not about to take

sides.

Before Viking Bob can come at him again, Wilder grabs for

his .357. Viking Bob jumps back and bolts for his car.

(CONTINUED)

42 CONTINUED:

He dives into his station wagon and starts it up. As he

drives past, Wilder POPS off a few rounds, but Viking Bob

keeps going.

NEW ANGLE:

Kenai helps Wilder up. Pissed, Wilder shoves him against

the cabin.

WILDER:

(continuing)

You stupid, greedy, loudmouth

sonofabitch! He'll have the

others here in a few hours. You

f***ed me up, now you're gonna

help me move him.

KENAI:

(shakes head)

Forget it, Sam. I never work for

free.

43 INT. THE TURTLE - NIGHT

Anne Marie sits on the floor, editing one of her VIDEOTAPES.

On the monitor, it SHOWS footage of the traps under the

pipeline piling. Eric comes out of the back module holding

two ELT pendants. He glances over at the monitor and nods

approvingly.

ANNE MARIE:

I still can't believe I'm being

financed by an oil company.

Especially when they get a look

at these pictures. Technology in

the wilderness; not too pretty.

(re ELTs)

What's that?

ERIC:

I thought I should check our

emergency transmitters.

Eric activates the ELT's. They emit an SOS pattern of radio

waves -- three short, three long and three short. This is

visible as rhythmic INTERFERENCE on Anne Marie's video

MONITOR.

ERIC:

(continuing)

Avalanche season is coming.

(CONTINUED)

43 CONTINUED:

ANNE MARIE:

Winter. Two straight months of

night -- we may never get out of

bed.

(kisses him)

Which would suit me fine.

ERIC:

Prolonged darkness makes people

crazy.

ANNE MARIE:

Not me. I'm equipped.

She turns on a small S-VHS video camera and snaps off the

room lights.

ANNE MARIE:

(continuing)

Allow me to give you a practical

demonstration of low-light

infrared photography...

She does so by seductively undressing for the camera. She's

SEEN on the MONITOR, illuminated by the "light" from the hot

stove. Eric appreciates the show. He crawls toward her.

ANNE MARIE:

(continuing)

High-tech in the wilderness.

Gets me excited, too.

ERIC:

Come here...

Laughing, he wrestles her to the rug.

44 EXT. HILLS ABOVE DEVIL'S CAULDRON - NIGHT

There is a full moon and a clear night sky. Viking Bob's

station wagon is parked out of sight. He sits inside,

waiting.

He hears an ENGINE starting in the distance. Sitting up, he

grabs some binoculars.

HIS POV:

Wilder's extended cab truck pulls out, heading west.

45 EXT. FOOTHILLS - NIGHT

In the bright moonlight, two people are seen in Wilder's

truck as it speeds along a dirt road.

Viking Bob follows at a discreet distance, headlights off.

(CONTINUED)

45 CONTINUED:

NEW ANGLE:

Viking Bob turns and takes the literal high road -- a narrow

trail above the roadway that Wilder's truck is on.

He zooms ahead and gets in front of his quarry, then drops

back down onto the road and waits in ambush.

As Wilder's truck approaches, Viking Bob turns on his bright

lights and crouches behind his car door with a shotgun.

Wilder's truck screeches to a stop.

CLOSER:

Kenai gets out with his hands up.

Viking Bob slowly approaches Wilder's truck.

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