Arctic Blue Page #4

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ERIC:

You leave and don't come back,

that's the end of it.

After a long moment, Corbett smiles again, then turns away

from Eric. He motions LeMalle to the front of the jeep.

Frustrated, LeMalle slams back the safety on the carbine and

throws it in the back seat.

ANGLE ON TRAPPERS

Mitchell climbs into the jeep and starts the engine.

LeMalle and Corbett rock the jeep back and forth in the rut.

While pushing, Corbett rips the sole of his boot on a sharp

piece of granite. He cusses and pushes harder.

14 EXT. HAUL ROAD - CREEK CROSSING

Eric walks back to the Scout. He feels the trappers' eyes

on his back, but forces himself not to hurry.

The trappers free their vehicle. Corbett gets in the

driver's seat, and they take off.

15 INT. SCOUT

Anne Marie's hands are shaking as she pulls the plastic

tranquilizer rifle back in the window.

(CONTINUED)

15 CONTINUED:

ANNE MARIE:

(unnerved)

Great idea -- pointing a lousy

dart gun at some nut with a

high-powered hunting rifle.

ERIC:

Bastards took off, though, didn't

they?

16 EXT. BOREAL FOREST - LATER THAT DAY

The trappers have left the flatlands of the Haul Road area.

Now their jeep climbs a pathway over the rolling foothills.

17 INT. TRAPPERS' JEEP - (MOVING SHOT)

Corbett broods while driving. Mitchell looks out the

window. The silence makes LeMalle uncomfortable.

LEMALLE:

All this f***in' land, and we're

locked out. Makes me puke.

CORBETT:

Jawing about it won't change it.

LEMALLE:

Three hundred seventy-five

million acres in this state. I'm

real tired of runnin' into

people.

MITCHELL:

Then don't look to your left.

18 EXT. SPORTSMEN'S CAMP

A brand-new Land Rover is parked on an alluvial fan in a

bend in a small river. Scattered about is an assortment of

expensive camping gear, beer cans, spent shells and other

garbage.

Three toy-macho, vacationing SPORTSMEN are guzzling beer and

BLASTING fish in the shallow river with 12-gauge shotguns.

They look up and glower suspiciously as the jeep slows and

stops.

19 INT. TRAPPERS' JEEP

LeMalle grabs his carbine.

CORBETT:

Leave it here.

(CONTINUED)

19 CONTINUED:

MITCHELL:

Let's keep going. We're only an

hour from Devil's Cauldron.

CORBETT:

(pats Mitchell's shoulder)

Relax. I just want to ask them

how the hunting is.

20 EXT. SPORTSMEN'S CAMP

Corbett gets out of the jeep. He regards the Sportsmen,

their shotguns and their mess with ill-concealed contempt.

The Sportsmen clutch their weapons and watch Corbett. He

walks around the camp, spotting a rubber-lined rucksack

stuffed with dead ermine. After a long, tense moment,

Corbett smiles.

CORBETT:

Looks like you've had some luck.

Where's your guide?

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