Law of the Wood [11]
An Original Motion Picture - Script
Third Revision
Written by: L T Hunter
[Fixed camera on handle-grip looking back across driver and gear
in the trailer behind sled. Man passed out from exhaustion, driver
wearing extreme cold weather gear.]
Narrator:
My mind couldn’t help but wander off. I hadn’t slept in two days,
afraid that if I did, I’d die on that frozen lake. Once I was in
the sled I knew I would be safe.
[Wide angle lens from about half a mile away as the single light
glowing across the newly fallen snow, parallels tracks made out
to the crash site. Night, in all its brillant wonder, makes the
snowscape resemble a lunar surface, as the moon is full cresting
over the mountain range in the distance.]
Narrator:
Dreams always seem to copy the things to come. At least for me,
I often wonder if they are pieces of the future sent to me from
those I’ve lost. Perhaps it’s the impact I make on others that
puts these images in my mind’s eye. I imagined the professor in
the last of the lectures I attended, and how important he was to
me in my life. I saw the wolves in the drawings, and photographs
that made it back from the frontier. I wondered where he was while
I drifted off to sleep.
[Overhead tracking shot, three-quarter from rear of sled facing
in the direction of travel. Encompass the feeling of motion over
rough country on the sled. Show how difficult it would be, or in
the alternative how tired you’d have to be, to sleep through the ride.]
The Guide:
‘oosuvalik magokic kinuk unuk’ muttering to himself (msp. verify Black Mountain dialect)
[The sled passes through a narrow cut in the trees, around several
dizzy turns and then into a wide-open stretch toward some dim lights
off on the horizon that seem to be mirror reflection of the sky above.]
The Guide:
‘Stupid fuel gauge, broken.’ muttering to himself
[The camera flys above, and to the right of the sled as it passes into the outskirts of the village at night. Showing the architecture of a typical family oriented society in the Last Frontier. Some carrion still hanging outside, some in piles, sleds both old and new, all out in the winter cold. Some small few still up doing chores, little movement at this hour however, civilization nontheless. Camera angle to demostrate isolation of the community from the rest of the world.]
The Guide:
‘I wonder if he’s dead. Hate to go all the way there for nothing.’ muttering to himself
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