Cliffhanger Page #12
- R
- Year:
- 1993
- 113 min
- 704 Views
INSIDE THE FUSELAGE
Qualen hustles Gabe inside the plane -- his hands are on his
head, and his pack has been removed. Qualen throws the pack
to Ryan and Delmer, who rifle through it, removing anything
that could be a weapon -- they quickly confiscate Gabe's bolt
gun and ice axe.
TRAVERS:
What's for dinner?
(Kynette tosses packet)
Ugh. "Dried Beef Slices With Barbeque
Sauce."
(tosses it back)
Try and make this edible.
Travis looks at Hal's park ranger badge.
TRAVERS:
Hal Tucker.
(to Gabe)
Where's yours?
QUALEN:
He doesn't have one. Just a wallet.
Qualen tosses it to Travers, who glances through it.
TRAVERS:
Gabe Walker...
(notes photo of Maggie)
Very attractive.
GABE:
My ex.
TRAVERS:
Too bad. Let me tell you what's on for
today. We'd like you to help settle a
wager. You see, we lost some
luggage --
Travers motions to Ryan and Qualen, who shove Gabe and Hal
forward in the cabin. Travers takes out the tracer monitor.
TRAVERS:
(showing them the blips)
See these? Now I've bet the gentlemen
behind you that you know enough about
this mountain range to lead us to each
of these, quickly, and that you'd be
happy to do so. They bet me you
couldn't and wouldn't.
(guns are clicked)
Now tell me -- who wins?
Gabe and Hal eye each other -- no choice. Gabe nods.
TRAVERS:
Good dog. Now let's get this
expedition started.
EXT. FACING MOUNTAIN - WIDE SHOT
Hal and Gabe lead the "expedition" down a steep, but passable,
descent, leading to --
that links Comb Bluff with the next mountain. Travers stops
Gabe and pulls out the monitor.
TRAVERS:
Okay. Connect the dots.
Gabe pauses as he holds the monitor up against the
mountainscape.
MOUNTAIN AND MONITOR
The first blip is up a thousand feet -- it's a wall, and
obviously not something for a novice. Gabe pauses a little
too long -- Qualen nudges him with his gun. Gabe hands the
monitor back to Travers.
GABE:
This way.
Gabe, with Hal right behind, leads them up the wall -- it's
not a straight climb, but there's a series of zig-zagging
natural ledges that cut up the wall. Wide enough even for an
amateur. The others follow Gabe and Hal's example.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. MOUNTAIN WALL - WIDE SHOT - DAY - HAL AND GABE
have led the gang further up the wall, using pitons and
carabiner clips to create a guide rope. It's still just a
matter of climbing relatively easy ascending ledges. Hal and
Gabe lead them by jumping to the next ledge.
As Gabe hammers in a new piton, he turns to Hal.
GABE:
(sotto)
We don't have to do this. We know
these mountains -- they don't. If we
can get ahead --
HAL:
Can you climb faster than they can
shoot?
GABE:
We've got to try something. Think
we'll get a finder's fee after they
get all their "luggage"?
HAL:
Sure. All the bullets we can eat.
GABE:
That's not what really worries me.
HAL:
There's something else to worry
about?
GABE:
Yeah. Once they've got what they're
after -- they're gonna need a copter
to get out of here.
HAL:
(realizing)
Maggie.
Gabe nods grimly -- and keeps moving up. The rest keep pace.
THE WALL:
The climbers have reached a point of comparative comfort on
the wall -- the ledge is now two feet wide. Travers takes out
the tracer monitor -- the monitor shows that the first case is
just above them.
TRAVERS:
Hold it.
(beat)
It's up there.
"UP THERE" - AN OVERHANG
juts out of the wall fifty feet above their position. As the
rest of the wall above is completely sheer, it's obvious that
the case, if it is above, has landed on top of a ledge.
But this isn't easily accessible -- we MOVE DOWN from the
overhang and can see there are only the smallest of handholds
to get up there, and those are slick with ice and snow. Worse,
the rest of the mountain bulges outward in a curve, making
climbing almost impossible.
ON THE LEDGE:
Travers holds his gun on Gabe, and motions up
TRAVERS:
Fetch.
GABE:
I'll need the ice axe.
TRAVERS:
(laughs)
You've got to be kidding.
GABE:
(sighs)
Okay. How about some tape?
Travers nods -- Kynette pulls a roll of tape out of Gabe's
confiscated pack and throws it to him.
GABE:
Crampons too.
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