The Final Journey Page #2

She passes through them, each bowing to her as well, then

walks off towards the snow-covered tundra bordering the camp.

4.

Isha and Nato emerge from the hut, and Nato BLOWS A GREAT

MUSK-OX HORN.

Everyone follows Immanna, others from camp stopping what they

are doing and joining the procession.

Isha grows excited as they march, but is still confused about

what is going on-- everything seeming both a merry and solemn

occasion beyond her comprehension.

AT THE EDGE OF CAMP

Three hunters returning from a hunt with a caribou see what

is happening and honor Immanna with bows.

They fall in with the crowd as Immanna stops at the edge of

camp and turns to regard everyone.

IMMANNA:

Thank you for seeing me off. Having

become only a burden, I hope, in

leaving, to bring you all long life

and happiness.

Isha goes pale with shock. She shakes her head and tries to

run to Immanna but Nutcha holds her back.

Immanna sees Isha’s turmoil. She bends before Isha and pulls

from her bag a small wooden sculpture of a winged woman

reaching to the sky with outstretched arms.

She hands this to Isha and watches her look at it. Crying,

Isha buries her face in Immanna’s neck, hugging her tight.

YOUNG ISHA:

Don’t go, Immanna. Please.

IMMANNA:

Be strong, young one. One day I

pray you grow to understand what I

now do for you.

Isha shakes her head, trying to stop the inevitable, and

grips Immanna until Nutcha pulls her away.

Immanna wipes Isha’s tears and reaches into the sky with a

triumphant smile, looking like the figurine she gave Isha.

They regard each other a moment, then Immanna rises and walks

out bravely into the vast white field lying outside the camp.

Isha strains to run after Immanna but Nutcha holds her back.

5.

YOUNG ISHA:

Immanna! Immanna!

Immanna never looks back. She just keeps walking.

The crowd breaks up, but Isha remains with her family

watching Immanna leave. Nato finally turns and heads back.

Isha refuses to leave, so Nutcha lifts her gently and carries

her away.

YOUNG ISHA (CONT’D)

Immanna...

Isha’s young, strong hands cling tightly to Nutcha. Her eyes,

bobbing in Nutcha’s arms, remain on Immanna...

EXT. HUT - MANPICHU CAMP - DAY

...ISHA’S EYES, 86 now, bob up and down as well.

Isha sits on a log bench covered with a grass mat, hunched

over some animal skins she is trying to sew together into a

fur-lined blanket.

Beside her, three old women also work on skins:

JOKKA, 70, makes a pair of mukluk boots. INNTA, 70, a jacket.

YANTAVVA, 75, repairs a full-bodied undergarment.

Isha looks in pain as her gnarled hands work the materials.

Once strong, her hands are now calloused and damaged by years

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