The Final Journey Page #3

of exposure to the elements. They also slightly shake despite

her attempts to control them.

Isha winces and drops her squirrel-bone needle. She rubs her

hand profusely, trying to hide her pain from the others.

Yantavva puts a questioning hand on Isha’s shoulder. Isha

shakes it off and continues working as if nothing is wrong.

The others exchange knowing looks before continuing with

their own work.

A HORN CALLS IN THE DISTANCE and the women stop working--

Isha thankfully. All four duck into the...

INT. HUT - CONTINUOUS

Divided four ways, Jokka and Innta run to the hut’s two

closest corners, Isha and Yantavva to the farthest two.

6.

They each grab wooden or clay bowls and run back out.

EXT. LARGE TENT IN THE CENTER OF THE VILLAGE - CONTINUOUS

Three ice-covered hunters unload two dead seals from a sled.

Isha and the others arrive and fall in with an excited crowd

of mostly women and a few stone-faced men.

Everyone raises their bowls and the hunters count them while

dancing children run up and touch the seals with delight.

A walrus-stomach sack with fresh water is brought from the

tent. The Hunters feed the water to the dead seals as

everyone nods and offers the seals words of thanks.

The hunters cut up the seals, first removing the heads and

setting them aside, followed by the skin and blubber.

When the hunters have taken the best parts for themselves,

they divide the rest into equal parts for everyone gathered.

INT. ISHA’S HUT - LATER

Isha drops her bowl to the floor in her corner, spilling her

family’s portion of meat and blubber.

Cursing, and rubbing her hands in pain, she gets on her knees

and gathers the spilled food back into the bowl.

She glances around cautiously at the hut’s other families

gathering around bowls of their own.

Nobody seems to have noticed her spill.

Until she notices Yantavva eyeing her suspiciously as

Yantavva cuts up her own portion of meat.

Isha grits her teeth and focuses on her cleanup.

When the meat is back in the bowl, Isha unrolls an animal

skin containing several knives and grabs a thin one.

She hovers with the knife over the meat, looking nervous

about how much her hand is shaking. She steels her resolve

and is about to cut the meat when her name is called:

CHOKO (O.S.)

Isha!

Isha looks at the entrance as her granddaughter CHOKO, 8,

rushes in, excited, and stares wide-eyed at their meat.

7.

CHOKO (CONT’D)

For us Grandma!?

Isha nods, then gets an idea. She holds out the knife.

ISHA:

Would you like to cut it up for the

family today?

Choko’s eyes grow even wider. She takes the knife and under

Isha’s guidance, cuts up the meat.

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