The Hunger Games Page #7

GALE:

Listen. Getting a knife should be

pretty easy, but you gotta get your

hands on a bow. That’s your best

chance.

KATNISS:

They don’t always have bows...

A quick flashback of the time the tributes only had spiked

maces to bludgeon one another to death.

GALE:

Then make one. Even a weak bow is

better than no bow at all.

KATNISS:

I don’t know if there will be wood.

Flashback to the time the tributes’ arena was only made of

boulders, sand, and scruffy bushes and bitten by venomous

snakes or gone insane from thirst.

GALE:

There’s almost always some wood.

Since that year half of them died

from cold. Not much entertainment

from that...

Flashback to the time when the tributes were mostly frozen

to death.

KATNISS:

Yes. There’s usually some.

GALE:

Katniss, it’s just hunting. You’re

the best hunter I know.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:
19.

KATNISS:

It’s not just hunting. They’re

armed and can think for themselves.

Easily.

GALE:

So do you. And You’ve had more

practice. Real practice. You know

how to kill.

KATNISS:

Not people. It’s completely

different.

GALE:

How different can it really be?

The Peacekeepers burst in suddenly and latch on Gale’s arms

to pull him out of the room. Katniss latches on Gale’s arm.

Katniss furrows her eyebrows and desperately says her last

words to Gale.

KATNISS:

(Panicked)

Don’t let them starve!

GALE:

I won’t! You know I won’t! Katniss,

remember IThe

Peacekeepers yank Gale and Katniss apart. Gale and the

Peacekeepers exit the room. Katniss watches the door with

furrowed eyebrows, an open mouth, and wild hair, close to

tears. She plants herself on the couch. Beat.

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I HOPE YOU WIN:

EXT. Train Station

Many reporters with cameras swarm Katniss and Peeta. Katniss

keeps a straight face while Peeta is red eyed and

miserable-looking. Katniss and Peeta enter the train and it

begins to move to its destination: the Capitol. Peeta walks

off to another direction in the train with no words. A GUARD

walks up to Katniss. He looks around to see if anyone is

watching. He leans in, staring at a confused and wrecked

Katniss intently.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:
20.

GUARD:

(whispering)

I hope you win.

Effie Trinket approaches. The Guard wuickly straightens up

and tries to cover the evidence that he’s been talking to

the tribute.

EFFIE:

Oh, did you need help showing

Katniss to her room?

GUARD:

No. I was just showing her the way.

Come with me, Tribute. Goodbye, Ms.

Trinket.

The Guard takes Katniss to her room. Effie watches them walk

away. Beat. The door to Katniss’ room slams, heard from the

distance. The Guard’s footsteps slowly fade away.

EFFIE:

Hm, Ms. Trinket. What a lovely

name... I think I may keep that for

future use.

She walks towards Katniss’ room.

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