Cast Away Page #15
EXT. SUMMIT - LATER
Chuck struggles to the top of the hill. His fire has been
extinguished by the rain. In the distance, far against the
horizon, he sees a sail -- or is it a cloud? The whiteness
shimmers against the horizon. Chuck squints. Whatever it
was, it is gone. Above him some contrails from jets mark the
sky.
Furious, he kicks his signal fire, scattering the burnt-out
coals.
Chuck makes a new mark on his calendar tree. Then he stops.
He CUTS an angry big line under the last mark, then hacks
away at the palm tree, slashing it with the stone knife,
ripping and marking through all his dates. Finally the stone
knife breaks in two. Chuck drops the broken half and catches
his breath.
EXT. CAVE - NIGHT
Chuck enters the cave. No signal fires burn. The island is
dark.
EXT. SUMMIT - DAY
Chuck stands on the summit, staring out to sea. Nothing, not
even a contrail, not even a whale spout.
EXT. CLIFF - MOMENTS LATER
He is on his way down, suddenly he sees something and stops.
It's the HANDPRINT, the bloody handprint, his own handprint.
He slowly extends his hand and covers it, then pulls it away.
Traces it with his fingers.
Chuck has the beginnings of an artist's studio. Several
large clam shells hold paint. A few egg shells are lined up.
Brushes have been made from roots and feathers.
Chuck covers his hand with paint and makes a handprint on the
wall of the cave. He stands back and looks at it.
INT. CAVE - DAY
He chews some berries, then holds his hand against the wall
of the cave and spits a dark blue mist around it. When he
takes his hand away, the silhouette of his handprint remains.
INT. CAVE - DAY
With the Angel Wing Box as a model, Chuck dips one of his
feather brushes in paint, and make a tentative line on the
wall of the cave. He works hesitantly, rubs off a line,
tries again.
INT. CAVE - NIGHT
Chuck is finishing his first figure, a crude portrait of a
man -- himself? Hard to tell. He examines his work. He
takes some shells and sticks them on as eyes.
Chuck picks up Wilson, thinks.
CHUCK:
You old airhead, you need a makeover.
He takes some charcoal out of his fire and draws eyebrows on
the ball. Then, he mashes some berries, dips his fingers in
the juice, and makes lips. He sticks shells on with clay for
eyes. Then he looks at the face.
CHUCK:
Wilson, you bad!
He sits back and regards his companion. He gestures around
the cave at the new paintings.
CHUCK:
What do you think?
But Wilson doesn't have an opinion.
CHUCK:
You don't share much, do you?
Idly Chuck takes down the Angel Box.
CHUCK:
I guess I know how Kelly felt.
For a long time he studies the wings on it. With a stick, he
tries to draw a similar wing on the dusty floor of the cave.
Dissatisfied, he wipes it away. He looks at the Angel Box.
Casually he reaches over and cuts it open with a stone knife.
Inside he finds two bottles of green salsa. And a letter.
He reads over it.
CHUCK:
You said our life was a prison. Dull.
Boring. Empty. I can't begin to tell
you how much that hurt. I don't want to
lose you. I'm enclosing some salsa, the
verde you like. Use it on your sticky
rice and think of home. Then come home
-- to me. We'll find the spice in our
lives again. Together. I love you.
Always. Bettina.
Visibly moved, Chuck puts down the letter.
CHUCK:
He never got it.
EXT. ISLAND - DAY
The monsoon pours down. Wind whips the palm trees. The
waves are gray and angry, tearing at the beach.
INT. CAVE - DAY
As the rain pours down outside, Chuck studies the sodden,
ruined photograph of Kelly, which is really only a gray mess.
CHUCK:
She's probably found someone else. I
would have.
Chuck dips his finger into one of the bowls of colors and
streaks it slowly across his face. To exorcise his
loneliness, he will paint on the most expressive canvas there
is:
his own body.CHUCK PAINTING HIMSELF - MONTAGE
Close-up on scarred fingers, as they paint on Chuck's face
and body. Color on skin. Tight dramatic shots of Chuck
being transformed.
Chuck takes white paint and covers his hand. Then he presses
it into his chest and makes a handprint. He draws a yellow
spiral on his leg, then takes red and makes jagged lightning
bolts on his chest on either side of the hand.
WATER:
Shimmers in a gourd. Chuck's face swims into focus. It has
been painted white. Looking at himself in the reflection, he
dots on blue stars with dark blue from squid ink.
EXT. CAVE - LATER
The rains have stopped. The island is washed bright and
green.
ON CHUCK:
As he stands up in the cove. His face is white with blue
stars. Handprints circle his torso, flanked by red lightning
bolts. Braided cords circle his biceps. Bone necklaces hang
from his neck. Feathers jut out from his hair.
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
Chuck goes from tree to tree, making handprints along his
path. Chuck was here. This is his mark.
EXT. PALM GROVE - DAY
He covers the calendar trees with handprints. Then stops.
Sees something. Eyes fixed on the beach, he walks toward the
shoreline.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
Chuck emerges from the palm trees, and now we see what he had
seen.
And another one. TWO. Chuck stares at the barrels.
CHUCK:
Hello.
EXT. BEACH - LATER
Chuck sits staring at the oil drums. It's almost as if he is
hesitating to take advantage of them. That he may not want,
really, to leave now.
Then his inner struggle ends.
CHUCK:
What the hell are you waiting for?
EXT. BEACH - LATER
Filled with determination, Chuck rolls a barrel up the beach.
EXT. BEACH - LATER
Using a palm tree as a fulcrum, Chuck hauls hard on a rope
made of vines, pulling the barrel up off the beach.
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
Chuck throws aside palm leaves, revealing...the remains of
his raft.
INT. CAVE - NIGHT
Chuck is drawing with a purpose now. And we see what he is
working on. The plans for a raft.
INT. CAVE - NIGHT
Chuck is making a list of what he needs. He works intently.
CHUCK:
Canteens. Sea anchor. Got to weave
rope. Spears. A sail.
EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
Chuck lashes the barrels onto the raft. Checks the knots.
Lashes more rope.
INT. CAVE - NIGHT
He sews dresses together with handmade fiber string.
INT. CAVE - NIGHT
He weaves videotape together to form a sea anchor.
EXT. BEACH - DAY
Chuck digs a channel toward the raft.
INT. CAVE - DAY
Chuck constructs a water collection device with some FedEx
boxes, some plastic weighted with a stone. Explains it to
Wilson.
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