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The Takers John Lau & Patrick Read Johnson reg. WGAW youre flying through a heavenly realm of clouds. Orange and purple in the waning sunset. Descending now, toward rolling green hills and lush forests. Unblemished by any sign of man. Lower now, you race along just above the rise and fall of the verdant plain. You hear them, just before they ERUPT over the next rise... the cavalry is coming Thundering hooves. Gleaming sabres. Dashing MEN IN BLUE carrying the Stars and Stripes. In front: a handsome, iconographic COLONEL. Hes John Wayne, Henry Fonda and Errol Flynn rolled into one. Exhorting his men onward. Charging toward the sunset and a distant PLUME OF SMOKE... A NATIVE AMERICAN VILLAGE GLOWS WITH FIRELIGHT In the shadow of a forested sandstone bluff. On the shore of a high country lake. 00020000051B0000034B515,aT THE CENTER OF THE VILLAGE-- A ceremony Feral men with painted faces gyrate around a towering bonfire. Accompanied by trancelike CHANTING and the primal beat of POUNDING DRUMS... on the edge of a bluff The cavalry reigns up behind their colonels signaled command. LISTENING to the faint pounding of drums. BOOM BADA BOOM. BOOM BADA BOOM. The colonel signals his men forward. Into the woods. hooves treading over a discreet border of smooth, white stones... back in the village The ceremony is visible beyond the open door of a wigwam... Which in turn is seen through a ROUND FRAME strung with netting, embellished with beads and feathers- an Indian DREAM CATCHER... Which DANGLES OVER the bed of a bright-eyed BABY GIRL. Who stares up at the talisman, rapt. outside BARE FEET dance across a path of BURNING COALS, arriving at the other end, unscathed. This is the tribes SHAMAN, his face hidden by a fearsome MASK. He makes a broad gesture, bringing the gathering to a HUSH. All eyes turn and look to the wigwam where-- A YOUNG MOTHER, a beautiful native girl in her early teens emerges, carrying the infant. Shes escorted by an equally young brave named MOONWATCHER. The couple lower their heads before the Shaman and present him their child. The drummer begins a solemn beat. 00020000040600000860400,emerging from a long, bark lodge A procession of young warriors carry a colorful TAPESTRY out to the center of the village, where they drape it with great ceremony over an empty wooden frame. This is the tribes SPIRIT BLANKET. the shaman reaches into a pouch, and holds up- a tiny, intricately PAINTED gourd. Dangling it before the child, who grasps for it, fascinated. The Shaman takes a feather, begins brushing the little girls face, chest, arms and legs. CHANTING a prayer to the heavens. He lifts a ceremonial bowl filled with clean water. Stirs it with the feather. Then he submerges the tiny gourd, filling it, and stoppers it with a wooden plug. Tying a leather strip to the gourd, he then attaches it to the Spirit Blanket. Which upon closer scrutiny, is seen to be composed entirely of similar, uniquely painted gourds. He turns and presents the child to the entire tribe, seated around the bonfire. They ULULATE and CHEER. The proud parents weep. The baby claps for herself, drooling profusely. 0002000003D000000C603CA,from higher ground the tribal village is visible through the trees. The natives below celebrating the addition of its newest member. pale faces Watching from their high vantage point. Their expressions a mixture of hatred, ignorance and fear. The colonels eyes narrow. colonel Bugler. A young cavalryman rides up. Puts the horn to his lips. The colonel DRAWS HIS SABRE. It glistens in the moonlight. WHAP! The COVER OF A BOOK entitled THE RESTLESS TRIBE by Billy Smith SLAMS SHUT over the scene. 13 YEAR OLD STEVEN ToOMEY takes a deep breath. The sound of a bugled CHARGE and pounding HOOVES fading. Holding the book in his lap. Hes dressed in a Scout uniform, riding shotgun in a LINCOLN NAVIGATOR. The Scout Master, 40-something GEORGE COOPER is behind the wheel next to him, singing along at the top of his lungs to a cheery tune on the radio. geORGE Ha ha ha ha. Stayin alive-- stayin alive! Ha ha ha ha stayin aliiiii-iiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiiive... 0002000003EC0000102A3E6,The other SCOUTS sardined into the vehicle grimace and turn up the volume on their own personal HEADPHONES, plugged into their electronic devices of choice. the lincoln descends into a fertile valley of pine forests and craggy peaks, ringed by a ridge of sandstone bluffs. STEVEN stares out his window. Admiring natures splendor. Something catches his eye UP AHEAD. a line OF STONES stretch out of the woods and ACROSS THE HIGHWAY. Past a dilapidated wooden sign that reads: SACRED ITTAWA INDIAN SPIRIT BORDER BADABUPP. Sacred once, now its a speedbump. INSIDE THE NAVIGATOR George nudges Steven. gEORGE Getting close now! You excited? STEVEN Yup. Thanks for making it happen, George. gEORGE Are you kidding? What a great idea! The boys are really excited about this! STEVEN Really. They didnt seem too enthused when I brought it up at the last meeting. flashcut The rest of the troop IN A BASEMENT REC ROOM staring at you in contemptuous silence. BACK IN the navigator gEORGE 00020000079700001410791,Yeah, well... We did a little internet research... And found out some amazing things about Indian artifacts. Once I was able to make them see the value in the experience, they got onboard 100%. FLASHCUT George and his son Chad are staring at their home computer screen. They look at each other. Whoa. back in the navigator Chad sticks his head in between the front seats. cHAD Oh yeah. It sure pays to have a friend like you, Steven. gEORGE Seatbelt, Chad. Steven looks at Chad askance. they roll up to a ranger check point manned by a porcine RANGER and his big, unkempt AIRDALE. The man leans into the Lincolns drivers side window. ranger Where you guys headed? gEORGE Helping out with the big dig on the reservation. rANGER The big... dig? Steven leans across the front seat. sTEVEN Yeah! Theres this huge archeological expedition going on up-- RURURURURURURUR!!! The airdale erupts into a fit of manic BARKING. rANGER Hey! Knock it off! sTEVEN See, theres this book about the place, The Restless Tribe. Its about the Ittawa and their missing burial mound? Only, Ive been doing all this research? And I think I know what really happened to it! RURURURURURURURUUR!!! rANGER SHADDAP!!! (to George) I dont know whats got into this mutt. Somebody SNICKERS in the back seat. Steven turns. His eyes narrow. Way in the back, the youngest of the group, 10 year old GUS represses the giggles. rANGER Okay, thatll be 25 bucks. And remember, only you can prevent forest fires. George forks over the fee. Starts pulling away. In the back of the truck, Gus turns and SCREAMS at the top of his lungs. Only... NO SOUND COMES OUT. RURURURURURURURURURUR!!! The airdale goes batshit. The other boy scouts are cracking up. cHAD You the man, Gus. a sandstone rock formation 40 feet high, with a huge alley-like fissure down the middle. The truck rolls up. the boys spill out, six of them in all. Chad surveys the area. 00020000059F00001BA1599,cHAD I dont see any Indians. Big boned STU peers out of the truck before stepping down. Hes as rumpled as an unmade bed. And loud as a boombox. stu You never do. Until its too late. 64 Dexter swings a baseball bat like Paul Bunyon an ax. DEXTER I saw the Indians at Miller Park last summer. Brewers hammered em. BUTCH sneers at the overgrown jock. 13 years old, but already pierced and tattooed. Scouting must be part of his probation. buTCH (big fake laugh) HAHAHAHAHAAA-- idiot. The two boys exchange dirty looks. Steven is busy entering the troops current position on his HANDHELD GPS LOCATER. Jug-eared Gus tugs on his sleeve. guS We gonna see Indians, Steven? STEVEN Just one, Gus. Guy named Billy Smith. Hes gonna show us his ancestors village. chad What for? You seen one teepee, you seen em all. STEVEN They didn't have teepees out here, Chad. Those were the plains Indians. Forest Indians like the Ittawa had bark lodges or wigwams. CHAD (faking asphyxiation) Arrrgh! Steven, stop! Your brain's using all the oxygen! The other boys laugh. Steven just smiles and shakes his head. Something RUSTLES in the woods. Everyone turns to look. someone is watching them from above. Hidden in the woods... guS There anything dangerous in these woods? buTCH Yeah. Me. Dexter SNICKERS. Whatevers watching them, starts to slowly and QUIETLY make its way down the steep incline toward the boys... 0002000004480000213A442,Stu Hey, I saw this Discovery Channel thing the other night-- When Bears Attack? And they showed this guy who surprised a bear in the woods? And the bear took one swipe at the guy-- And TORE HIS ENTIRE FACE OFF! And as the guy was crawling around trying to get his face back? The bear ATE IT! Now the guy just looks like two eyeballs pressed into an uncooked face-shaped meatloaf! So if we see any bears, Im outta here. Whoevers moving toward them, STOPS... as a battered pick up roars up and skids to a halt. A pair of large, mongrel dogs in the back. the driver hops out offering her hand. billy smith Mr. Cooper? Im Billy Smith. Male mouths drop. BILLY SMITH is a babe. When youre a 13 year old boy, you start to notice these things... As do 38 year old men. geORGE (big smile) Mr. Coopers my dads name. Mines George. And this is Troop 18 at your service. Dexter, Stu, Butch... my sons Chad and Gus. the troop (as one) Hi..! whoevers watching from the woods picks out each one of the boys as theyre introduced. GEORGE And the brains of the outfit-- Steven. 00020000046E0000257C468,Stevens obscured by a bush. Whoevers watching RISES UP to get a better look at him. Higher... HIGHER... and suddenly LOSES ITS BALANCE. BANGING and CRASHING down the remainder of the hill. the boys jump back as a muddy, burr-encrusted SHAPE crashes into their midst. It BLINKS, scowling. bILLY SMITH And this would be my daughter... Grace. Who was supposed to be waiting back at the cabin for her father to pick her up. GRACE is 14, and probably really cute underneath all the grime, vegetation and attitude. grACE Hes not coming. BILLY SMITH Why not? grACE I didnt ask him her name. Billy winces. Then nods toward the sandstone alleyway. bILLY SMITH Walk this way, please. The boys fall into step. George sidles up beside Billy. gEORGE So, shared custody, huh? Yeah, same here. Its lonely being a single parent, isnt it? Chad sidles up besides Grace. cHAD Hey, ever hear that joke? The Lone Ranger and Tonto-- surrounded by savage redskins-- Grace sighs. cHAD Lone Ranger says we aint gonna get outta this one, old friend. And Tonto pulls out his tomahawk and says whatta ya mean we, paleface? HA! 00020000054D000029E4547,He punches her in the arm. Grace punches him back. HARD. cHAD Ow. He looks at the others. cHAD Chicks dig me. on the other side of the alleyway Whats left of the village isnt much more than a handful of charred and aged posts in the ground. Weeds everywhere. billy smith Well, here it is... stu Here what is? bILLY SMITH As many as 500 people once called this place home. The remains of their civilization are what we plan to excavate and restore. butch (cool!) Remains? You mean like... human remains? biLLY SMITH No. Oh no, no, no... No, the few survivors of the, uh, battle... buried the others some distance from here. gEORGE Really! And where would that be, exactly? Grace studies George with disdain. Steven picks up on it. bILLY SMITH Well, nobody knows. STEVEN Thats the mystery, George. Thats what her books about. Remember? George Oh yeah, right. Nothing like a good mystery, I always say. dEXTER There was a battle here? grACE There was a massacre here. sTEVEN 134 years ago, the U.S. Army decimated the Ittawa Indian tribe on this very spot. 296 people. Slaughtered. the troop Whoaaaa... dEXTER Well, thats what you get for scalping pioneers. He takes another homerun cut with his bat. STEVEN No, thats what you get for living on land coveted by the United States Government in 1868. Chad Coveted? COVETED?? 00020000079000002F2B78A,He starts to COUGH and GASP. Stu laughs. Billy starts passing out press-kits filled with historical information and COLOR ILLUSTRATIONS of an ambitious project. bILLY SMITH Okay. The museums concept is for a kind of historical theater in the round... with the restored village serving as the centerpiece for a circular History-Walk thatll take you past audiovisual exhibits detailing the indigenous tribal experience... finally leading into a Visitor Center complete with a food service area, a souvenir store, and a Native American handicrafts workshop. stu That sounds neat. He makes a face and pretends to vomit. Chad snorts. Steven checks Graces reaction. Its not favorable. gEORGE Sounds expensive. Hope you and the rest of the Ittawa got a casino somewhere around here to help pay for this. bILLY SMITH Grace and I ARE the rest of the Ittawa. Which is why we always appreciate volunteer help. That having been said, all cash donations are tax deductable. (batting her eyelashes) gEORGE I got your donation. Right here. He reaches DOWN. And pulls out... his CHECKBOOK. gEORGE We can discuss how much you need... over dinner. bILLY SMITH That might be premature. Before we can begin any serious work, we need the entire area cleared of weeds, deadwood and large rocks... George So... You got some sort of road crew-- chain gang kinda bunch-- coming in to do that? Now... Grace smiles. breaking rocks in the hot sun Not to mention pulling weeds, sawing felled trees, digging up stumps and other forms of strenuous, back breaking labor. buTCH I thought this was supposed to be a camping trip. This is, like, what they make you do in juvie. cHAD Right. Like youve been to juvenile camp. buTCH Last year. cHAD Yeah, right. For what? buTCH Stealing cars. dEXTER Im sure. You cant even drive. buTCH Well, yeah. How do you think they caught me? The undersized Gus struggles by with an armload of kindling. 000200000356000036B5350,gus Whatre you guys complaining about? Scouts are supposed to do good deeds. buTCH What planet are you from? Scouting is about getting out of all the crap our moms make us do if we stay home. sTU Really. MY dad took us to Hooters. CHAD And did YOUR dad let you take anything HOME from Hooters? Butch Whatre we supposed to take home from this? Lyme Disease? The SOUND of a MAP hastily folding turns their attention to: George Whatre you sposed to take home from this? (glares at Chad) A very... VALUABLE... experience. He flicks his MAP back over his face. Hes marking spots-- drawing arrows-- and circling certain geological features... Like the one hes circling now... Marked: BURIAL MOUND?? not far away Grace picks at a felled, termite infested totem. Steven edges up to her periphery with a rake. Chad steps in front of him. 00020000076E00003A05768,cHAD So do you live on like, a reservation or something? grACE Yeah. A big one. We call it... Chicago. cHAD Really. Spelled just like the city? George glares at Chad from the work detail. george Chad! Get over here! cHAD But... what about..? (points at Steven) gEORGE NOW! Chad stomps away. Steven looks over his shoulder. George smiles and waves at him. sTEVEN (glances at Grace) I read your mothers book. Its why were here, actually. I thought itd be cool if we could do something meaningful with our summer trip-- grACE So go help an old lady across the street. Steven shrinks a couple inches in height. Grace regrets her remark. grACE Sorry. Im not responding real well to male energy these days. sTEVEN Im 13. Its all Ive got. grACE That and honesty. sTEVEN A Boy Scout is truthful. Courteous. Dependable. grACE Dorky. sTEVEN Oh yeah. Ive got a merit badge in that. Grace takes a good long look at him. GRACE Okay. Bye. Steven watches her walk away. Wondering what went wrong. sTEVEN A Boy Scout is confused. bILLY SMITH Welcome to the wonderful world of women. Please keep your head and heart inside the ride at all times. Steven turns, embarrassed. Where did she come from? sTEVEN I wasnt... I mean, I was just, uh... So, Chicago, huh? Thats quite a commute. To work here, I mean. bILLY SMITH Actually were staying in my great, great grandmothers cabin-- up there-- She points to the top of a distant peak. A homestead nestled in the treeline barely visible there. Not far away, Grace pretends not to listen... STEVEN I thought the Army took away the Tribes land. BILLY SMITH They did. But the government put some of it up for sale in 1959. Nana used her life savings to buy a tiny piece back so she could die on the land where she was born. Which she did. 27 years later. At the ripe old age of 117. STEVEN shakes his head at the irony. 0002000004820000416D47C,STEVEN Ill bet she had stories. BILLY SMITH With illustrations, no less. STEVEN She did the paintings in your book? bILLY SMITH Would you like to see them? grACE Mom! Billy and Steven look her way. grACE I know this hard for you to believe... but in case the difficulty youve had getting funding for your little theme park wasnt a big enough hint... most people arent really all that interested in Native American culture. Billy steams at her daughter. sTEVEN Im not most people. riding up the mountain in Billys truck. Grace in the back with the dogs. Steven steals a glance her way. Catches her averting her gaze. He smiles. bILLY SMITH I spent the summer up here when I was 6. Thats when Nana told me the story of the restless tribe. A tiny, handmade CABIN IN THE WOODS looms through her windshield. STEVEN admires the simple beauty of the place. STEVEN No wonder she wanted to die here. bILLY SMITH Her grave is in that stand of trees over there. Steven cranes his neck, but sees only trees. Billy pulls the truck to a stop. They all get out. STEVEN follows billy still looking back toward the trees. Grace trudges behind. 0002000003E7000045E93E1,bILLY SMITH She was there, you know. At the massacre. STEVEN She couldnt have been very old then. bILLY SMITH She wasnt. She was just a baby. STEVEN Howd she manage to escape? BILLY sMITH Her mother, Blue Flower, fled with her to the other side of the Spirit Border. Meanwhile, her father, Moonwatcher, lead the cavalry away so theyd be safe. STEVEN What happened to Moonwatcher? bILLY SMITH He was never seen again. Steven looks impressed and saddened at the same time. Grace rolls her eyes. back at the village Much of the site has been cleared of rocks and weeds... cHAD I cant believe were working while Steven gets to go have milk and cookies with Pocohantas. gEORGE Trust me. Stevens working too. He just doesnt know it. STEVEN stares at something with animalistic concentration. Billy stands behind him, taken by the kids focus. An enormous MURAL takes up an entire interior wall of the cabin. Its a depiction of the massacre, almost overwhelming in its detail. 0002000007D2000049CA7CC,STEVEN I feel like Im there. bILLY SMITH You pretty much are. It all happened right around here. Dozens of PAINTINGS, all shapes and sizes, hang from every available space. STEVENs eyes flit around. Taking in FLASH CUT DETAILS of the works: a blurry run through the woods-- a fissure in a high, burning bluff-- a terrified Indian face, reflected in water... sTEVEN Theyre amazing. grACE Theyre creepy. sTEVEN So are massacres. He glances back at Grace, then turns his attention back to the main mural. Nods at something. STEVEN Is that the Spirit Blanket? Billy squints at the painting: a colorful tapestry hangs from a wooden frame in the center of the burning village. The tribes Shaman lies dead in front of it. bILLY SMITH According to Nanas imagination. But well never really know, will we? Steven burns holes through the painting with his gaze. a line of white stones like the ones crossing the highway, runs alongside the back of the cabin and disappears into the woods. Steven crouches down and touches the Spirit Border. grACE Its just a bunch of rocks. sTEVEN Your ancestors believed it was the edge of their world. grACE Its not the edge of mine. sTEVEN Still, pretty amazing to imagine human beings actually limiting themselves. Especially in what mustve looked like a limitless world. Deciding all they needed was the land they could see from the center of their village? Then sticking to the belief that if they didnt take care of what they had... and expanded outward instead, their spirits would be lost forever? They were onto something. graCE Theyre still lost forever. sTEVEN Maybe. Maybe not. grACE Youre not telling me you believe all that junk. sTEVEN I believe they believed it. Who knows? Maybe that was enough to make it true. Grace stares at him. grACE You definitely read my mothers book. She leaves him standing there. standing on the porch Billy ponders what shes just seen. pulling back up to the WORK SITE in Billys truck. 0002000003630000519635D,sTEVEN Thanks for the grand tour. Getting out of the truck. Billy stares after him. bILLY SMITH Steven. Steven looks back at her. Billy reaches for the ancient looking, handmade, Native American talisman dangling from her rear view mirror. Hands it to him. bILLY SMITH This is for you. Its a ring, maybe two and a half inches in diameter, wrapped in leather. A webbing of some sort has been woven in its center, adorned with a pair of beads. Feathers and beads hang from the bottom, attached by leather thongs. STEVEN (admiring it) A Dream Catcher. bILLY SMITH You know what theyre for? STEVEN They keep bad thoughts from entering your head when youre sleeping. bILLY SMITH It was Nanas. Her father made it for her when she was born. Steven tries to hand it back. STEVEN I cant take this, Billy. It belongs in your family. Grace should have it. 000200000412000054F340C,Billy holds it clasped in Stevens hand. bILLY SMITH Grace doesnt believe in this sort of thing. I have a feeling you do. Their eyes meet. Steven looks down and nods. through binoculars from high above Steven walks from the truck, examining his new possession. grace lowers the binoculars Standing on the edge of the cabins property, overlooking the village site. She turns to go. Trips and falls out of sight with a YELP. Sprawled on the ground, Grace looks back at the SPIRIT BORDER, over which shes tripped. She KICKS one of the rocks. work done for the day, the scouts are piling up their tools and trudging toward the truck. Dexter jostles Steven as he walks past. sTEVEN Hey, guys. Whatd I miss? stu Oh, nothing. Just 5 hours of back breaking labor. buTCH And blisters. guS And splinters. cHAD And all the plans weve got in store for you when you fall asleep. Steven stares after them. Alone now in the village. He shrugs and holds up the Dream Catcher Billy gave him for closer inspection. LOOKS THROUGH IT... 00020000036C000058FF366,the village was on fire The men, women and children of the Ittawa tribe ran in panic as the CAVALRY slashed through their midst. You ran through the chaos, heading for the wooden frame where the Spirit Blanket was hung. Ahead of you, the Shaman grabbed the blanket, but was immediately felled by a bullet. You WHIRLED. Behind you-- the COLONEL REARED HIS HORSE. The flames illuminating the savage gleam in his eyes. His pistol smoking. He AIMED IT RIGHT AT YOU... STEVEN QUICKLY lowers the dream catcher Stunned. Looks around at the remains of the long since destroyed village. He lifts the Dream Catcher for another look. But this time... Nothing happens. He frowns. GEORGE WATCHes HIM from over by the truck. Steven is now shaking, banging, even blowing on the Dream Catcher. Trying to reboot. an idyllic clearing The scouts pitch camp near a stream. 00020000034D00005C65347,George dumps a bag of CHARCOAL BRIQUETTES into a pit. Douses them with lighter fluid. And throws in a match. WHOOOSH. chads tent is big enough for a family of four. Hes inside relaxing on his inflatable furniture. Watching a movie with loud EXPLOSIONS in it on his DVD player. butchs tent is covered with spraypainted graffiti. Hes INSIDE unpacking his gear. He looks over his shoulder. Then pulls out a string of firecrackers. Inside STEVENs tent The cover of The Restless Tribe glows under STEVENs flashlight. Steven flips it open-- slapping through pages as fast as he can. Finally stops on the page where the MURAL IN THE CABIN is reproduced. Sure enough-- Depicted in the painting The COLONEL REARS HIS HORSE. The flames illuminating the savage gleam in his eyes. His pistol smoking. He AIMS IT RIGHT AT YOU... 00020000075600005FAC750,geoRGE sticks his head through the tent flap. gEORGE Hey, professor. We still have a few hours of daylight left. sTEVEN Yeah..? gEORGE Well, so since were gonna be working on the chain gang for the next couple of days, were not gonna get much of a chance to find this missing burial mound of yours unless we actually LOOK for it. Steven brightens. the sun is low over the distant mountains. Bathing the valley in glorious shades of purple. And LONG SHADOWS... walking among them Steven leads the troop along a riverbank. Everyone WHISTLING the theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark. Steven pauses to survey the topography. Consults his map. Then points to some distant hills. sTEVEN We want to go there. But itll take us another hour. Itll be dark soon. Maybe we should come back tomorrow. gEORGE Weve got flashlights. Steven looks at the others. Really? They all CLICK on their flashlights at the same time. Steven nods. Okay. the sun vanishes over the mountaintops. Tiny FLASHLIGHT beams search the forest below. walking in the dark Steven leads the search party as they hustle through the woods. Chad regales them all with a story. cHAD -- but then when they got home and got out of the car... attached to the car door... WAS A HOOK!!! AAAAAAAAA!!! Everyone keeps walking. The tough kid, Butch lights a cigarette. cHAD What? Like you guys can do better. sTEVEN Okay. I know a ghost story. And it takes place in these very woods. eVERYONE Oooooooooooh. STEVEN The Ittawa had a ritual about birth and death. When you were born, the tribes Shaman would take a tiny gourd and fill it with water. The gourd represented your body. And the water represented your soul. sTU My soul would be represented by chocolate milk. STEVEN All the gourds from all the people in the tribe were attached together into something they called the Spirit Blanket. 0002000003E4000066FC3DE,A flash of LIGHTNING. Followed a few seconds later by a rumble of THUNDER. STEVEN When you died, they removed your gourd from the Spirit Blanket and emptied it. And your life force would be free to go back to the Great Spirit. The boys all look at each other. deXTER Thats IT? Thats your ghost story??? Thats the lamest ghost story I ever heard! That makes Chad sound like Stephen King! STEVEN Hold on, Im not finished. Okay... Its 1868 and the tribes been decimated in a bloody massacre. buTCH Now were getting somewhere. STEVEN The Spirit Blanket is destroyed when the village burns down. The few survivors bury their dead, and are sent to a reservation. More LIGHTNING and THUNDER. CLOSER this time. STEVEN Generations later... some of the Ittawa return to their ancestral home, you know, to see where they came from. Only, when they try to find the tribes burial mound... its gone. All the scouts stop dead in their tracks. sTU Whatta you mean its gone? 00020000044600006ADA440,STEVEN Theres no evidence that anybody, much less hundreds of bodies were ever buried anywhere on the tribal land. The Ittawa believe that, because their relatives souls were never freed from the Spirit Blanket, the dead became restless, clawed the mound apart... and simply walked away. deXTER Walked away... where? STEVEN (whispers) Nobody knows... but some say, theyre still out here. In the woods. Searching forever... for the one thing they can never find. geORGE (gulps) Whats that? sTEVEN ... Death. The scouts all look around the DARK WOODS. Then they look at each other. They SCREAM. eVERYONE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Then they all start cracking up. sTU That is so cool! STEVEN But its not what really happened. The other boys are eating out of his hands at this point. Steven gets down on one knee and scoops up a handful of dirt. STEVEN Look at this. The soil here is sandy clay. Its soft. Loose. He stands up and points at the nearby hillsides. STEVEN The trees on these hills look around 130 years old. The rainfall in this area is 12.4 inches per year. 00020000034200006F1A33C,He starts walking. The boys follow. STEVEN When the cavalry burned the village, it started a forest fire. Everything around here burned to the ground. He sweeps the area with his flashlight. Ancient blackened tree stumps are visible amongst the underbrush. STEVEN Without trees to support the topsoil on the slopes of the bluff, thered be mudslides here every year till the growth came back. The Restless Tribe didnt get up and walk away. Theyre right where theyve always been. At the base of these hills. The mud just leveled out the ground around the burial mound. In fact, theres a very good chance... we could be standing right on top of it. The GROUND COLLAPSES under his feet. Steven disappears. The others GASP and run forward to where he stood. The GROUND COLLAPSES under their feet too. They SCREAM. 0002000003A7000072563A1,they fall into a trench formed by the COLLAPSING EARTH. Dexter, Stu and Gus pile into Steven at the bottom. Panicked and adrenalized. SCREAMING. Then LAUGHING as they find themselves unhurt. Stevens mini FLASHLIGHT BEAM scans the area. ILLUMINATING a HALF UNCOVERED SKELETON in the wall of the trench right behind Stus head. The boys stop laughing as the color drains from their faces. Stu whips around. FREAKS. they scramble out of the trench SCREAMING. A roar of THUNDER. George, Chad and Butch shine their FLASHLIGHTS into the trench. STEVEN George, we found it! We found the burial mound! gEORGE Great job, Steven! STEVEN We have to tell Billy! GEORGE Okay, okay, settle down! Well tell her in the morning. But right now we have to cover this hole. Looks like its going to rain. Its bad enough we accidently broke into a sacred Indian burial mound. We dont want to be responsible for water damage. 00020000045C000075F7456,sTEVEN Good idea! Anybody got a tarp or any plastic bags? Chad, Butch, Dexter and Stu all whip out heavy duty garbage bags. Steven looks at them in surprise. stu Makes a great emergency rain poncho. the sky opens up It rains like the end of the world. Drumming down on the SCOUTS CAMPSITE. inside stevens tent Steven tosses and turns in his sleeping bag. Rolls onto his back. Stares. Suspended from the ceiling, the Dream Catcher is SPINNING. Steven sits up, staring at it. Looking closer and closer. He reaches out and steadies it with his hand. looking throuGH IT Low hanging branches whiz by as you run through the woods. Sprinting up OVER A RISE. Just beyond: figures in black garbage bag ponchos are DIGGING in the burial mound. Steven gapes at them in horror. sTEVEN No! The figures turn. Theyre all SKELETONS. steven opens his eyes Still in his tent, tucked into his sleeping bag. The Dream Catcher is SPINNING over his head. He sits up, looks through it. Sees nothing but the inside of his tent. Steven frowns. Hangs the talisman around his neck. Crawls out of his sleeping bag. 0002000003C300007A4D3BD,out in the rain Steven pulls back a tent flap. sTEVEN George? Georges tent is EMPTY. so are the next four tents he looks in. but in the last tent Gus is fast asleep. steven runs through the woods Drenched by the rain. Sprinting up OVER A RISE. Just beyond: figures in black garbage bag ponchos are DIGGING in the burial mound. Steven gapes at them in horror. One of them STARTS TO TURN... Steven drops into the mud behind the rise. VOICES carry over the steady beat of the rain. gEORGEs voice Dig it up, boys! Bonus for whoever gets the most stuff! sTUs voice YEAH! dEXTERS VOICE George, stop. We cant do this. gEORGEs voice We cant? Why not? dEXTERS VOICE Because its sacred ground. gEORGEs voice To WHO?? dEXTERS VOICE The Ittawa! This is their stuff. gEORGEs voice Somehow, I dont think theyll miss it. People tend to get a little less possessive about their stuff when theyre dead. Steven crawls up and PEERS OVER THE RISE... 00020000032800007E0A322,dEXTER Man, this is whack! We cant dig up a cemetery! gEORGE What cemetery? You see any headstones? This is archaeology! CRACK! A bolt of LIGHTNING flashes across the sky. Steven stares in disbelief as Chad, Butch and Stu tear at the exposed side of the burial mound, George supervising. The 64 Dexter sits down in the mud and starts to cry like a baby. butch What are you, crying? dEXTER Shut up! Stu lifts a skeletal head and torso out of the ground. Manipulating its jaw to make it speak. stu Hey, give me a hand! In fact, give me an arm! Give me both arms! Butch laughs like a maniac. Stu tosses the partial remains away. Steven stares in utter, stupefied horror. The skeletons head rolls to one side, so that it seems to be STARING AT HIM. Steven lets out an involuntary YELP. 0002000005920000812C58C,George turns and looks at the sound. Steven drops back down into the mud. George walks over, standing on the rise above him, looking out into the night. Steven wriggles deeper into the mud. Holding his breath. Rivulets of water stream down the rise, carrying loose debris past his face. Something CLATTERS as it goes past. Steven looks down. A NECKLACE made of beads and bear claws is at his feet. George, satisfied that his nocturnal adventure is undiscovered, turns and strolls back toward the mound. Steven snatches the bear claw necklace and runs. The THUNDER and LIGHTNING all around turns into the sound of GUNFIRE, HORSES and SCREAMING. nightmare images from the PAINTINGS IN BILLYS CABIN. A blurry run through the woods. A fissure in a high, burning bluff. A terrified Indian face, reflected in water. The COLONEL REARS HIS HORSE. The flames illuminating the savage gleam in his eyes. His pistol smoking. He AIMS IT AT YOU... billy stumbles past the painting half asleep, on her way to the FRONT DOOR. Somebody POUNDING on it. She pulls it open. Blinking at the daylight. The storm gone with the night. bILLY SMITH What in the..? Steven??? He stands on her porch. Soaking wet and wild eyed. She pulls him inside. Grace, in pajamas, watches from her bedroom door, holding a cellphone to her ear. grACE (whispers) Brittany? Hes here. I gotta go. bILLY SMITH What happened to you??? 000200000330000086B832A,STEVEN You have to stop them! Theyre digging up the mound! bILLY SMITH What? Whos digging? What mound? Hold on, stay right here... perched on a bathroom shelf is a framed photograph of a pretty, 6 year old INDIAN GIRL, circa 1975, smiling alongside a tiny, hunchbacked, 117 year old woman, with long, white hair and coke bottle lenses. Billy rushes into the bathroom, grabs an armload of towels. Runs back out. back at the front door Billy wraps the towels around Steven. bILLY SMITH You have to get out of these wet clothes! Youre going to catch pneumonia! STEVEN Billy, listen to me! George and Chad and some of the others! Theyre looting the tribes burial mound! bILLY SMITH Thats impossible, Steven. There is no burial mound. STEVEN Yes. There is. He holds up the BEAR CLAW NECKLACE. 000200000458000089E2452,riding in billys truck Steven eyes his GPS. sTEVEN Okay, slow down. Now turn in here somewhere. Billy steers the truck off the road, INTO THE WOODS. Grace stares at Steven. Quietly judging. Suddenly, Billys mouth drops open in shock. She slams on the brakes. Jumps out of the truck. Utterly staggered by what she sees... the ancient burial mound has been completely excavated. With the tons of loose silt that obscured it REMOVED, its almost 100 feet long and 12 feet high. Whats even more startling, however, is that its RIDDLED WITH HOLES. LOTS of holes. Hundreds of them. grACE How could they do this? STEVEN They couldnt do all of it! Not by themselves... bILLY SMITH (furious) They didnt. They had to have had help. Lots of help. She spins back toward her vehicle. Grace and Steven follow. riding in the truck as they bump back up the riverbank. Suddenly BANG! A tire blows out. Billy reacts as the vehicle starts to skid. bILLY SMITH Hang on! She fights the wheel. Manages to come to a stop. Takes a deep breath. Looks at Grace and Steven. Then in the back at the dogs. 00020000045100008E3444B,bILLY SMITH Everybody okay? They all look at her, wide-eyed. Nod. walking around the truck Billy kneels to examine the right, rear wheel. It sits on its rim, nothing but a few strips of rubber remaining. steven (helpfully) Got a spare? bILLY SMITH That WAS the spare. Steven is staring downriver. grACE Whats so interesting? Steven looks at her. Shakes his head. STEVEN Nothing. We better get going. Billy and Grace start off. Steven takes a last look back... way down the riverbank to the strip of shredded rubber that used to be Billys tire. An ancient, HANDMADE ARROW is sticking out of it. STEVEN takes a deep breath Glances at the deep forest all around. Then turns and starts after his companions. back at cAMP Gus is whittling a spear in front of the remnants of the campfire. Hes suddenly bowled over by Billys bloodhounds. Licking his face. guS Hey! Get off me! Billy, Grace and Steven walk up. The little kid leaps to his feet. Happy to see them. Then MAD. Throwing down the spear. guS You jerk! sTEVEN What did I do? guS You ditched me! You and all the others! 0002000003770000927F371,sTEVEN Where ARE the others? guS I dunno! All I know is, I woke up this morning and everyone was gone! All except for HIM! He points to where Dexter is sitting on a large, flat rock. Staring into the distance. guS And hes not talking! something in THE WOODS is watching as they walk over to Dexter... dexter turns and looks His eyes red. Sees Steven, Gus and Graces accusing glares. Obviously the jig is up. sTEVEN Where is everybody, Dex? dEXTER They all came back and packed up the truck. I couldnt watch, so I came up here. I dont know where they went after that. grACE Probably halfway to the Antiques Roadshow by now. billy by the truck Peers through the back window. A tarp covers some lumps in the rear well. She tries the door. Unlocked. She enters the backseat area and lifts the tarp. Her gaze hardens. She looks to the front. No keys in the ignition. 000200000528000095F0522,dexter watching her Lowers his voice to Steven so Grace cant hear. dEXTER Were in big trouble, arent we? sTEVEN Yes. We are. dEXTER We gonna go to jail? sTEVEN If were lucky. something closes in on the BACK OF STEVENS TENT. Something with an ancient, handmade KNIFE. Which it uses to SLICE THROUGH the nylon... billy walks up to where the kids are gathered. bILLY SMITH Im gonna go get the Sheriff. grACE Towns 10 miles from here! bILLY SMITH I run that every day. Ill be back in 90 minutes. Keep George here when he comes back. Can you guys do that? The kids all look at each other. Uncertain. Dexter rises to his full 64. Clutching his bat. dEXTER I can. Billy nods and takes off at a jog, her dogs running ahead of her. The kids watch her disappear. Steven looks at Grace. STEVEN I swear, I didnt know this was going to happen. grACE Youre all the same. She turns on her heel and walks away. steven heads for his tent Pulls back the flap. The Ittawa SHAMAN LEAPS OUT AT HIM-- SHRIEKING! STEVEN AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! He lands on his back. The Shaman looming over him, RATTLE in one hand, LANCE in the other. Steven SCREAMING so loud it takes him a few seconds to register the hysterical LAUGHTER coming from inside his tent. He gapes as Stu and Butch stumble out, practically in tears. 0002000004BF00009B124B9,Grace, Gus and Dexter come running. The Shaman removes his MASK. Its Chad. Laughing hard. Steven scrambles to his feet and shoves Chad in the chest. STEVEN You ass!!! Chad shoves back. Harder. Steven throws himself at Chad. Dexter grabs him before any punches can land. Holds him fast. cHAD Bite me, Steven! If you hadnt opened your big mouth, we woulda gotten away with this! stu Whatre we gonna do now? cHAD Relax. The Indians sold Manhattan for a handful of beads. Im sure it wont cost my dad much more than that to make this whole thing go away. Butch SNICKERS. sTEVEN Do you have any idea what youve done? cHAD Do you have any idea how much rare Indian artifacts sell for on the open market? grACE Hearts and kidneys sell for a lot on the open market too! Doesnt mean you should just take ones that dont belong to you! How would you feel if someone dug up your great grandmothers grave and stole her things? cHAD Thats different. grACE Why? Because shes buried in a deluxe, velvet lined, Eternal Slumber casket with a custom engraved marble headstone and fresh cut flowers on her birthday? Or because shes a Christian? Or a Real American? Or just because shes WHITE? 0002000006A300009FCB69D,Even the birds stop chirping. Flush, near tears, Grace turns and stomps away. buTCH Geez. Got issues? STEVEN Ive got good news and bad news for you, Chad. The good news is, if you put back everything you took last night... we might just get out of this alive. Chad Really. And whats the bad news? STEVEN I could be wrong. He stares at the aged, dirt encrusted Shamans mask. stu Where is your dad? buTCH Maybe a bear got him. stu Man, shut up about bears. cHAD He went back to the mound. He just wanted to dig one more hole. STEVEN Hundreds werent enough? Grace glances over at this. cHAD We dug THREE. Its not like we tore the place apart or anything. Wake me when he gets back, willya Stu? Its been a long night. He gathers up his souvenirs, ducks into his tent. Stu and Butch giggling, head for theirs. buTCH That mask is awesome. sTU Ha. Thats nothing. Waitll you see what I got... Steven and Grace exchange a worried look. from inside the woods Someone... or some THING... is STILL WATCHING THEM. It withdraws from its vantage point. Making a CLICKETY CLACKING sound as it moves. vultures circle beyond a distant treeline. Grace sits on a rock, watching them. Steven appears behind her. sTEVEN Its been like, 3 hours. Grace checks her watch. Yup. Steven reluctantly raises his walkie talkie. sTEVEN George? George Cooper? Do you read me? Just STATIC. He looks at the others. STEVEN bursts into his tent Starts throwing gear into his daypack. Gus peers in from outside. gus Where you going? STEVEN To look for your dad. He grabs a few more items. Then blows out of the tent. He heads for the river. gus Ill go with you. STEVEN You dont have to. 0002000003EC0000A6683E6,gus I want to. dexters voice So do I. They both turn. Dexter marches toward them. Already geared up and swinging his omnipresent bat. Steven looks grateful. gus What about the other guys? stu in his TENT Leaps out of his sleeping bag. stu Heck, yeah, Im going with you. I saw all three Scream movies. I know what happens when kids split up. The other boys dont have a response to that. butch in his TENT Blinks, bleary eyed. Squinting up at his naptime intruders. buTCH If George comes back and were all gone, hell freak. STEVEN Probably. buTCH Im in. inside chads TENT Chad lowers his Car & Driver magazine. cHAD Uh, no. sTU What do you mean uh, NO? Were already busted. If your dad does anymore damage, were gonna be in even more trouble. cHAD Hey, I just did what my male role model authority figure instructed me to do. Im a victim of society. sTU Okay, be that way. But if this was a Scream movie, youd be the first to die. Chad just looks at him. They all look at him. 0002000006130000AA4E60D,sTU Well, he would, yknow... They exit the tent. Grace blocks their way. grACE My mom said to wait here. sTEVEN Fine. You wait here. With Chad. Grace looks at Chad. He smiles and pats his inflatable love seat. the troop heads out of camp. Grace in the lead. Stu shrugging into his somewhat lumpy daypack... billy smith trots up a path through the woods, her dogs alongside. She slows. Stares. what should be forest beyond is now several acres of freshly cut tree stumps. Freshly cut... with axes. The dogs suddenly snap up and GROWL. Billy looks. bILLY SMITH Whos there??? HELLO??? The dogs BARK like it was the Postmaster General himself. They tear across the denuded landscape. bILLY SMITH Spock! Bones! Come back here! running after them Billy pulls up short at the edge of the woods. Her hounds vanished into the growth. Their BARKING growing distant. bILLY SMITH Spock!!! Bones!!! Shes all alone. At the edge of the dark forest. bILLY SMITH Damn it! She disappears into the trees, after her dogs. deep in the woods Steven steps onto a rise and takes a long look around. Grace by his side. He keys his walkie talkie. STEVEN George..? Can you hear me? Only STATIC in response. Butch, Dexter, Stu and Gus fall in behind him. Breathless. They take a canteen break. dEXTER Maybe we should split up. sTU NO!!! We are NOT splitting up! Nobody splits up! Were staying in one. Big. SAFE. Group! Steven looks at him. Nods. STEVEN Stus right. Were safer together. sTU Safer from what? (points at Butch) Shut up. 0002000005EB0000B05B5E5,Steven just looks at him. Again keys his walkie talkie. STEVEN George..? somewhere in the woods A matching WALKIE TALKIE lies on the ground where it was dropped... STEVENs voice George..? FWUNTCH! A TOMAHAWK slams into the device. Killing it. you enters the SCOUTs campsite MOVING toward the TENTS. CLICKETY CLACK. CLICKETY CLACK... Approaching the BIGGEST tent... Casting a SHADOW against it... a black silhouette CARRYING A TOMAHAWK... You lift the flap. Look into the tent. Chad still has his magazine up... You spot the SHAMAN MASK on the floor of the tent. Pick it up and PUT IT ON. Leather straps CREAKING. CHAD That you, dad? An affirmative GRUNT. You start CLOSING IN... cHAD Hey, Steven squealed. Then he and the rest of the guys went looking for you. I told them they were being idiots. The magazine is SNATCHED from his hands. Chads startled, but recovers. cHAD Real funny, Stu. Dont put your greasy face in my souvenir. He YANKS the mask OFF YOUR FACE. And REALIZES HIS MISTAKE. A terrified SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM!!! the screams echo reverberates through the woods. steven freezes in his tracks. Halting the march. He looks back. They ALL heard it. gus You guys hear that? dEXTER (spooked) What? That scream? No. And neither did you! buTCH (lights another smoke) Thats just Chad trying to scare us. They all move on. No one noticing that-- stu is way behind the others Still struggling with his oddly BULKY daypack. And habitually checking over his shoulder. 0002000001E20000B6401DC,sTU (wheezing) Guys... guys... slow down a sec. He shrugs off his pack to take a breather. Ahead, the other scouts DISAPPEAR around a bend in the path. Leaving him alone. SKRITCH. Something moves in the bushes behind him. He turns, warily... sTU Rule #1 with bears: dont run. A bear wont chase if you dont run. (thinks about it) ... Because he wont have to. He runs to catch up with the pack. SKRITCH. A DEER peeks out from the bushes. grace wandering up the path 0002000006B40000B81C6AE,Comes up behind Steven, whos crouched near the stream, washing an apple. Seeing her, he offers it. She accepts. Takes crunchy bites. sTEVEN So, what did you mean before when you said were all the same? Whos all the same? grACE White people who pretend they care about Native American culture, just to get what they want from Native Americans. She hands the apple back. sTEVEN Like your dad? Grace stares daggers at him. grACE I was thinking of Chads. But... yeah. Mine too. (a hollow laugh) He was just fascinated with moms history... Nanas paintings... The Restless Tribe... sTEVEN What happened? grACE I happened. sTEVEN So..? grACE So... even with all his knowledge of Native American culture... he still found it hard to explain me. She looks away. Wipes at her eye. sTEVEN Where is he now? grACE Exploring his new interest in Flight Attendant culture. She grabs the apple back. Takes a bite. sTEVEN Well, for what its worth... I really am interested. grACE Youve got a long walk to make me believe that talk. She leaves him there. He lets his head drop. And suddenly GAPES. in the sandstone at his feet A fossilized FOOTPRINT. Gus Whatcha looking at? Steven indicates his discovery. The other boys take notice. Gather around. The footprint is one of many... leading along the streambed. gus Whoa, footprints. You think theyre dads? STEVEN No, these have been here awhile. This was clay... hardened by a fire. buTCH (bemused) Like the one during the massacre? Dexter puts his foot down next to one of the fossilized prints. Its smaller than his own foot. He takes a long step to reach the next print. dEXTER The guy sure had a long stride for someone with such a small foot. 0002000006810000BECA67B,STEVEN He was running. gus Maybe he was hunting. STEVEN Yeah, maybe... Staring at the ground, something catching his eye. He starts unearthing it with his fingers... Its an old and rusted SHELL CASING. STEVEN Or maybe he was being hunted. He contemplates the shell casing. Then pulls out the Dream Catcher Billy gave him. Holds it up to his face. The others blink at this. looking THROUGH it The forest rushed by as you ran in a BLIND PANIC. Your breath exploded. Flames crackled. The air was thick with embers and SMOKE. You SPLASHED across the stream. Slipped and fell. You caught a glimpse of YOUR REFLECTION IN THE WATER: you were MOONWATCHER, the young father from the Spirit Blanket ceremony. A drop of your BLOOD diffused as it hit the water. HOOVES thundered. You turned to LOOK BEHIND YOU... framing stus FACE in the circular frame of the Dream Catcher. Wearing a quizzical expression. stu What are you doing? Steven stares past Stu as if he wasnt even there. guS Steven..? sTEVEN Nothing. Lets go. He leaves the confused scouts... and a very worried Grace to stare after him. an eaGLE glides around a high peak, overlooking the valley. The scouts ascending to its apex. arriving at the top They survey their surroundings. Nothing but wilderness as far as the eye can see. Dexter points with his bat. dEXTER Look. A thin plume of smoke rises from a distant spot in the woods. stu Where is that? Steven stares. He knows. But consults his GPS, just to be sure. STEVEN Its the site of the old village... The group exchanges glances. They start back down the peak. the sun nears the horizon The LIGHT FADING from the sky. 0002000003F50000C5453EF,trampled weeds mark a fresh path through the woods. Someone, or something follow its trail... Stepping into view. bILLY SMITH Spock! Bones! Cmere pups! Okay, someone. She stops and listens to the ROAR of nature. Little by little... it fades into DEAD SILENCE. bILLY SMITH Spock..? From somewhere in the woods: someone, or something trampling brush. Billy whips around. bILLY SMITH Bones..? TRAMPLING from another direction! Billy spins. Theres nothing around her but woods and shadows in every direction. Billy searches the ground for more signs of disturbance. To her right, a BUSH QUIVERS. Barely enough to notice. Billy takes a step toward it. Then another. bILLY SMITH Pups..? A DARK SHAPE is visible through the bush. Billy stops dead in her tracks. Peering into it... CRASH! A large RACCOON leaps out and darts past her. Billy SHRIEKS and rolls out of the way. The terrified animal stopping and turning to stare at her from a dozen yards away. It scampers into the brush. Gone. 00020000039D0000C934397,Billy sits on the ground. Her HEART POUNDING. She starts to LAUGH in relief. Picks herself up and brushes off. rushing toward billy through the woods. TRAMPLING BRUSH. Billy looks up. Her EYES WIDEN. A glowing, white APPARITION charges out of the woods toward her. TRAMPLING BRUSH. apparition NNNNNNNNNNNNGG!!! the scouts trudge up to the sandstone rock formation outside the old, Ittawa village site. Slowing down as they see just how much smoke... and firelight... is coming through the other side. They pass through the fissure. Stop. And gape. the ittawa village stands intact Looking the way it would have over 100 years ago. Wigwams. Totems. Freshly killed animal skins hung out to dry on frames of freshly cut timber. The scouts instinctively clump into a protective phalanx. Edging forward en masse. Their voices lowering into WHISPERS. sTU Who did this? All eyes turn to stare at Steven. 0002000007350000CCCB72F,STEVEN I was with you guys..! buTCH Not last night, you werent! STEVEN I ran to get Billy last night! sTU Then whats going on here, Steven? Steven looks around in wonder... and dread. STEVEN (reciting from memory) When the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Man... These shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe... Though terrified, Grace is still impressed. stEVEN And when your childrens children think themselves alone in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone... The White Man will never be alone. Let him be just and kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death... Only a change of worlds... Even the crickets are listening now... Gus Who said that? Dexter Steven did. I totally saw his lips move. grACE Chief Seattle said that... right after they took away his land... Stu We didnt take any land. We just... moved some of it around a little! dexter Okay... so... seriously, Steven. Who did this? They round a corner. Suddenly, their faces are bathed in the glow of a ROARING BONFIRE in the center of the village. STEVEN Maybe we should ask... HIM. A figure is LASHED TO A STAKE. GUs Chad! Steven studies the motionless figure. Takes a deep breath. Scurries out toward the next wigwam. Grace runs after him. stu Wait! It could be a trap! Steven! dEXTER What do you mean a trap??? He follows Steven. Butch too. Stu races after them. sTU Dont you ever watch war movies??? STEVEN skids to a stop behind another wigwam. Peers around the corner. Tied to the stake, Chad raises his head. His mouth gagged. Stu arrives. STU What if theyre trying to lure us out into the open so they can pick us off one by one? Butch They who? Who they? sTU The Indians! 0002000005450000D3FA53F,grACE What Indians? There arent any Indians here! They all just look at her. grACE Im half. sTU Maybe its her mom! Shes p.o.ed we dug up the burial mound and now shes going to kill us! buTCH Maybe... this is some kind of reality TV show weve been tricked into by our parents. And whoever survives... wins a million dollars. Stu and Dexter look at him, hopefully. sTEVEN Im sorry. Thats not the answer our judges were looking for. He makes a run for Chad. Leaving the others stacked like dominoes in their effort to peek around the corner. tied to the stake Chads eyes widen as Steven comes running up. Craning to look back over his shoulder. STEVEN Chad! You alright? cHAD Mmm mmmm! Steven gets behind him and cuts loose his hands. STEVEN Stop wriggling! Youre making this harder! Bending down to cut loose the older boys feet. Chads eyes get even WIDER. cHAD MMMMMMMMMM!!! STEVEN What? Hold on, I cant understand you with the gag in your mouth! Chad pulls off his gag. cHAD AAAAAAAAAAAA!!! He takes off running. STEVEN What-- He turns and finds himself staring at a PAIR OF LEGS in tattered buckskin pants. Steven looks up. His eyes WIDEN. STEVEN AAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Staring down at him is a SKELETAL FACE wearing the full war bonnet of the IttawaS CHIEF. chief AAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA HA!!! the trees explode 0002000003DD0000D9393D7,as a small ARMY OF SKELETONS in decomposing buckskin charge into the village clearing. Waving lances and tomahawks. skeletons YAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! grace and the SCOUTS turn white as ghosts. grace and the scouts AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! They scramble over each other in their haste to flee. WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZZ... THUNK! An ARROW smacks into the corner of the wigwam where Stus face just was. the kids race through the fissure in the sandstone rock formation. Out onto the road. They turn left and sprint up the highway. INDIAN SKELETONS pour out of the woods onto the pavement AHEAD OF THEM. The kids slam on the brakes. Eyes like saucers. They veer to the right. INTO THE TREES. The warriors clatter after them. STEVEN and grace dash after their companions toward the sandstone fissure, but their escape is CUT OFF by a fast moving phalanx of the dead. They turn. Another skeleton is RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. It SCREAMS and lunges. They duck and run back the way they came. 00020000038E0000DD10388,chase them as numerous warriors get in their path like skeletal linebackers. They leap, dart, feint, pivot and even straight-arm their way through. Heading INTO THE WOODS. Slowly CLOSE IN on them now that theyre running more or less in a straight line. Hurdling stumps and ducking under branches. Get CLOSE ENOUGH to see the GOOSEBUMPS ON THE BACKS OF THEIR NECK. REACH for Stevens flapping neckerchief with a SKELETAL HAND... He DUCKS under a large BRANCH. It LOOMS-- whack!!! The skeleton chasing Steven runs face first into the branch. Its SKULL GOES FLYING. The rest of its decapitated body staggers a few more steps, out of control. Then drops like the bag of bones it is. Twitching on the ground. fleeiNG through the woods The other scouts in blind panic mode. Every man for himself. Portly Stu and tiny Gus falling behind the others. gUS Wait for me! You guys! WAIT!!! in pursuit 0002000005BA0000E0985B4,A skeletal warrior stops. Draws arrow to bow. Takes careful aim. And lets fly. whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiz-- thunk! The arrow smacks dead center into Gus backpack. He YELPS and goes sprawling. Flat on his face. The other scouts keep running. Unaware of their youngest members fate... Gus lies on the ground, eyes wide in shock. GASPING for breath. Thick RED FLUID OOZING through the canvas backpack. guS (gasping) W- wait..! Ow..! He starts crawling on his belly. Scrambling onto his hands and knees. Gets his feet under him and stumbles forward. Looking back over his shoulder. A good half dozen long-dead Indians are rapidly closing in. Gus SHRIEKS and starts running faster. Oblivious to the arrow sticking out of his pack. But the Indians are faster. Narrowing the gap. Closer. CLOSER... Skeletal hands REACH for him-- Gus DROPS HIS PACK and picks up an extra high gear. The two skeletons closest to him STUMBLE over the discarded load and BREAK APART, bones flying. Fueled by fear, the now unencumbered Gus leaves the predators in his dust. Apparently UNHARMED. He vanishes into the thick brush like Brer Rabbit into a briar patch. His remaining pursuers stop and gather around his backpack. Still OOZING RED from where the arrow protrudes. They stare at it curiously through their barren eye sockets. One of them opens the pack, looks inside, then reaches in. Tugging the arrow all the way through. And coming out with: 0002000003A20000E64C39C,A leaking can of SPAGHETTI-Os. The arrow jutting through. chasing stu through the woods to the CLITTER CLATTER of bony feet. The heavy kid looks back over his shoulder, SCREAMS and runs harder. BEHIND HIM-- a trio of skeletons ambulate pretty well for dead people. But theyre starting to lose ground. Stu LOOKS BACK. Utters a cackle of relief as he gains real estate. Running all out. Not watching where hes going... he flails in mid-air Having run off the side of a very high, very STEEP SLOPE. Tumbling and bouncing downhill like a runaway boulder. sTU Ow! Oh! Ah! Ee! Ow! Oh! Ah! Finally crashing to a stop at the bottom of a ravine in a cloud of loose twigs and debris. He lies flat on his backpack, stunned. Then suddenly scrambles under the cover of a nearby bush. Because... above him The three skeletons stare down from the top of the hill. Searching for signs of life. They disappear from view. 0002000003380000E9E8332,at the bottom of the ravine Stu heaves a huge sigh of relief. Hyperventilating. Then... something RUSTLES behind him. Stu stops and SPINS. Theres nothing there... Something RUSTLES. He spins again. Theres nothing over here either... RUSTLE. Stu spins. his backpack is MOVING... Stu spins again. Looking back this way. Scared half to death. A RIPPING sound as a skeletal arm pops through one side of the pack behind him. RIIIIP! And then the other. A befeathered SKULL rises over his shoulder. Stu slowly turns his head... the stillness of the forest is pierced by his screeeeeeeeam!!! from a high vantage point A single skeletal warrior creeps through the woods. Bones rattling. Clickety clack. Clickety clack. Another one follows. Clickety clack! And another. Clickety clack! chad is in a tree 0002000006070000ED1A601,Shaking like a leaf. An endless, nightmare sea flooding past below him. CLICKETY CLICKETY CLACK! sloshing across a stream Steven and Grace stagger to the other side and duck behind a tree. They hunch over, gasping for breath. The Dream Catcher dangling from Steven neck by its leather thong. Steven suddenly looks startled. grACE (breathless) Whats wrong? Steven mesmerized as-- he sees blood dripping on the ground. Visible ONLY THROUGH THE DREAM CATCHER as it swings like a pendulum from his neck. STEVEN pats himself down for wounds. Hes unhurt. Then realizes... He grabs the Dream Catcher and holds it to his face. Staring at the ground. grACE What are you doing? STEVEN Shhh. THROUGH the dream catcher You were losing blood. HOOFBEATS and SPLASHES sounded in the distance behind you-- coLONELS VOICE He went this way! Find him! A sandstone bluff blocked your escape. You looked up. Spotted a fissure in the cliff face. steven lowers the dream catcher staring up at-- THE SANDSTONE BLUFF-- a fissure visible in its face. sTEVEN We have to get up there. grACE Why? Steven looks back the way they came. A feral look in his eyes. sTEVEN The bad men are coming. He runs for the bluff. Grace looks back. Sees no one. Chases after Steven. grACE Steven, wait! What bad men? STEVEN climbing Using just one hand. The other holding the Dream Catcher to his face. Grace a few yards below, trying to catch up. Steven only sees the Dream Catcher. you climbed using just one arm. Burning embers rained past your face. 0002000008060000F31B800,Reaching the fissure-- You found a narrow passage ending in a rock slide fifty feet back. A dangerous climb, the forest burning beyond. One giant, burning tree at the top threatened to topple into the fissure at any second. You turned. In the distance, your village was aflame. Colonels voice THERE HE IS!! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Craters exploded in the sandstone wall above your head. You saw him below you, your BOW in your hands. You let fly an arrow that slammed into his chest. BLAM! You were blown off your feet onto your back. You stared up the crevasse at the forest above you, ablaze. Burning branches and embers fell down around you. Your head lolled to one side-- -- and you saw the entrance to a CAVE. graces voice Steven! STEVEN lies in the fissure He lowers the Dream Catcher. Sees Grace standing over him, really scared now. He looks to one side. Then registers surprise. The cave entrance is NOWHERE TO BE SEEN. He gets to his feet and moves to examine a solid rock wall. grACE Whatre you looking for? sTEVEN There should be a cave here! grACE Well, theres not! And caves dont always have back doors, so lets get out of here while we still can, okay? THAP! An ARROW smacks into rock in front of them. STEVEN looks down from the fissures entrance. A skeleton starts to climb the bluff far below. sTEVEN Okay. He looks up the fissure. They start to climb. Somewhere... a coyote HOWLS. elsewhere in the WOODS Gus continues to plod along. Stifling SOBS. In the distance... other coyotes answer their soulmates plaintive WAIL... The little kid RUNS. a full moon High in a starlit sky. The coyote WAIL immediate, nearby. but it isnt a coyote Its a warrior in FULL HEADDRESS, skull tipped back to the moon. The Ittawa CHIEF. Standing on the high peak the scouts had climbed earlier in the day. Calling out to the night. The night ANSWERS BACK. With many voices. two forms stagger out of the dark. Breathing hard. One of them fading fast. Butch stops and puts his hands on his knees. 0002000003EE0000FB1B3E8,buTCH Dex! dEXTER (looks back) Cmon! buTCH I cant! Hold up a sec! Dexter likewise bends over. Both of them sucking wind. Butch looks back. His eyes wide and feral. Butch We lost em! I think we lost em! Dexter Wheres the other guys? We lost them too! buTCH I thought they were right behind us! Its just the two of them. For now. dEXTER Were dead! We are so dead! (glaring at Butch) This is all your fault! Its all your fault! You and Stu and Chad and George! (straightening up) If you guys hadnt dug up the mound-- buTCH You were there too! dEXTER I stopped! buTCH Who cares? You were there just the same! dEXTER (getting hysterical) But I didnt take anything! I didnt take anything!!! BUTCH Like they care? We all look alike to them! We were all there-- And were all gonna pay for this! Dexter WHADDYA MEAN WE, PALEFACE!! He shoves Butch to the ground. The young tough immediately scrambles back up and TACKLES Dexter. They roll in the mud. Throwing punches. 0002000002CA0000FF032C4,Dexter may be bigger, but Butch is a lot meaner. He winds up on top, throwing punches like a madman. Dexter curls up in a ball to protect himself. dEXTER Okay! Okay! Stop! Enough! WHAP! Butch bounces one more punch off Dexters arms out of spite. Gets to his feet. Wiping blood from his nose. buTCH Punk. He stalks off into the woods. Dexter crawls up on his knees. dEXTER No! Come back! Dont leave me! Hes all alone. dEXTER Im sorry!!! Sorrys not good enough. He SOBS, picks up his bat and gets to his feet. CLICKITY CLACK. Dexter whips around. A skeleton CHARGES him out of the darkness. Tomahawk raised. Dexter SCREAMS and drops his bat. Turns and runs. dEXTER BUUUUUUUUTCH!!! 00020000012E000101C7128,TWO MORE braves dash out of the woods. From DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. Dexter changes course. A DOZEN MORE SKELETONS appear, cutting off all avenue of escape. Dexter runs one way, then another. Stumbles and falls. Long, bony SHADOWS fall over him... Theyve got him SURROUNDED. Dexter cowers. 000200000379000102EF373,dEXTER Oh God no... CLUNK. Something ROUND hits the ground in their midst. HISSING... A skeleton looks down. Picks up the object. Its a PINECONE. With a LIT FUSE trailing out of it... butchs voice FIRE IN THE HOLE! Dexters EYES WIDEN. He rolls, ducks and covers-- BANG!!! The pinecone EXPLODES. Taking off the braves ARM and HEAD. The rest of it crumples. CLUNK. CLUNK. HISSSSSSSS. More impromptu GRENADES land in the clearing... BANG! BANG! Bone shrapnel goes flying. CLUNK. HISSSSSSSS... BANG!!! The one or two skeletons left standing run while theyre still intact. Leaving Dexter the only living being in the clearing... butch warily emerges from the woods. dEXTER Way to go, Butch! You sure showed them! buTCH Them? I was trying to hit you! He disappears into the woods. Dexter grabs his bat and scrambles after him... Unaware that behind them- 00020000055F00010662559,the blown apart bones are slowly skipping across the ground. Joining back together... an illuminated map with a blinking DOT on its surface. Steven fixes his position on his handheld GPS locator while Grace scans the area for danger. Steven briefly flicks on his mini-maglite to consult with his folding map. grACE (a fierce whisper) Turn that off! They might see it! Shes right. Steven flicks off the light. He squints at the dark topography all around. Then picks up his walkie talkie. chad in the tree Watches the last of the skeletons disappear into the woods. He heaves a SIGH of relief. His WALKIE TALKIE SQUAWKS. STEVENS VOICE Guys..? Anybody? Can you hear me? The teenager practically falls out of the tree. Fumbling with his walkie talkie. He shuts it off. Too late. Below him, the last skeleton turns and LOOKS UP at him. a half dozen skeletons crouch around Gus discarded backpack. Going through his belongings. One of them eats with its metacarpals from the can of Spaghetti-Os. The food passes right through it. Splattering on the ground. Gus WALKIE TALKIE SQUAWKS. STEVENS VOICE Guys..? Anybody? Can you hear me? The warriors jump and grab their weapons. STEVENS VOICE Guys..? One of them looks at the portable radio. Picks it up. STEVENS VOICE Anybody..? The skeleton drops it. SMASH SMASH SMASH with his tomahawk. 00020000075300010BBB74D,Chad looks down as the skeleton returns to the base of his tree. Staring up at him through its empty, black eye sockets. It LEAPS ten feet up onto the trunk of the tree. Starts shimmying up. Chad YELPS and reaches for the NEXT BRANCH UP. Starts climbing. The skeleton lunges up the tree after him like some kind of macabre squirrel. Its gaining on him. RAPIDLY. Chad looks back over his shoulder. SHRIEKS. And tries to climb faster. The skeleton reaches up and GRABS CHADS ANKLE. Chad SCREAMS and GRABS A BRANCH in both arms. Trying to kick free. The skeleton starts climbing his leg. Chad grabs and undoes his BELT BUCKLE. Unzips his fly. The skeleton CLAWS at Chads pants as they fall off his body. Gravity takes over from there. The skeleton FALLS. Taking the pants with him. SMASHing on the ground. in the woods Two MORE SKELETONS turn at the sound. See a TREE SHAKING in the distance behind them. They RUN BACK. now pants-less Chad sees the two new warriors arrive at the tree, look at their shattered comrade, then up at him. They start climbing the tree. Chad WHIMPERS. Starts climbing again. THUNK! A thrown TOMAHAWK embeds in the tree close to his head. Chad SCREAMS! Then notices hes gotten level with the top of a short cliff, some 15 feet away. He looks down. Man, skeletons are good tree climbers! Chad looks up. In another 20 feet, hes run out of tree. He whimpers LOUDER. Then pulls the tomahawk out of the tree and starts chopping the tree trunk in front of his face. The two dead braves keep climbing. Woods chips raining into their empty eye sockets. Chad chopping, looks down. SCREAMS and throws the tomahawk. CHUNK! The weapon embeds in a skull. But the warrior KEEPS COMING. Chad starts climbing again. Up past the cut that hes hacked in the trunk. The tree thins as he nears its apex. It SWAYS. 00020000039A00011308394,behind and below him The cut he chopped in the tree starts to give with a loud series of CRACKS. at the top of the tree Chad weights his body toward the distant clifftop. Starts SHAKING the tree. There it goes. Timmmberr! crash! The tree top topples onto the top of the adjacent plateau. Chad lies on his back beneath its branches. Hurt or at least stunned. the tree has broken at a 45 degree angle. The two dead Ittawa reach the elbow. Climb onto the fallen top portion of the tree. Start crawling across to the plateau. pinned under the branches Chad fights to lift the broken tree off of him. Not even on his best day. Through the branches, he sees the two nightmare figures arrive on top of him. The one with the tomahawk in its face grabs it and pulls it out. Leering down at him. crack!!! The last vestige of wood holding the angled tree together SNAPS at the break. The broken part FALLS AWAY... 0002000004D20001169C4CC,swinging like a fulcrum where the tree meets the edge of the cliff... and flinging the two skeletons toward the horizon like so much catapult ammo. The rest of the broken treetop slides off the edge of the plateau... Leaving Chad flat on his back on top of the bluff. Stunned. Scratched. Pantsless. But intact. the army of the dead creep through the trees in the dark, dark night. Incoming! SMASH! A skeletal missile flies into their midst and SHATTERS on impact. The dead Ittawa spook and run. Scattering in different directions. SMASH! Heres the guys buddy. chad approaches the edge of the small cliff. Peers over the side. Looking down. His EYES WIDEN. cHAD No fair!!! He turns and runs. THE FULL MOON HANGS LOW IN THE SKY-- Two SCOUT-SHAPED silhouettes run across it-- STEVENS VOICE -- nybody? Can you hear me? Guys? The silhouettes halt. One digging in his pack-- buTCH Its Steven! (snatches up his walkie-talkie) Steven!!! Its Butch! Im with Dex! Where are you??? STEVEN excitedly keys his walkie talkie. STEVEN 41.735 degrees North by 87.022 degrees West! What about you guys??? butch and dexter look around. buTCH Right next to a bunch of trees! Dexter nods vigorously in agreement. 00020000061D00011B68617,STEVEN is a little taken aback. STEVEN Okay. Uh... anybody else hearing us? Anybody?? Silence over the airwaves. Steven and Grace exchange worried looks. butch looks worried too Dexter starts to CRY like a baby. DExter Theyre all dead! Everyone else is dead! BUTCH (fierce whisper) Or maybe theyre just trying a little bit harder than you not to make so much NOISE! STEVENs VOICE Okay. Uh... Butch? Dont worry. Maybe they just dont have their walkie talkies on. Uh... do you know where camp is? Butch looks at Dexter. Dexter sniffles and shakes his head. buTCH Sorta. STEVENS VOICE Great! Meet me there! buTCH What for? I think this field trip is over! STEVEN drags a hand down his face. Trying hard to hold it all together. STEVEN We have to return the stuff you guys took. Its our only chance to get out of this alive! butch looks like his brain hurts. buTCH Oh, come on! If you were dead and somebody dug up your grave and took all your stuff, would putting it back be enough for you?? DeXTER YES! ABSOLUTELY, YES! I would be so down with that! Butch shoves Dexters face away. Butch I say we make a run for it. STEVENS VOICE Yeah-- that works, Butch. How far do you think a DEAD person can chase you before he gets tired?? Minnesota?? Canada?? The North Pole?? Butch and Dexter look at each other. Shit. STEVENS VOICE Just get back to camp as fast as you can! If we get there first, well wait for you. buTCH FINE. He throws his walkie talkie back into his pack. dEXTER Call him back! You dont know where camp is! 0002000001810001217F17B,Butch looks around the clearing. Trying to get his bearings. buTCH (pointing) Its that way. dEXTER How do you know? buTCH Weve pretty much been running East in a totally freaked out straight line from the village. The village is South of camp. That makes it that way. Dexter just looks at the khaki clad delinquent. Impressed. dEXTER What are you? Some kind of Boy Scout? 0002000005D0000122FA5CA,STEVEN and grace running Pull up short as his walkie talkie squawks. chadS VOICE --Anybody!!! Steven grabs and keys his instrument. STEVEN Chad! Its Steven! Is that you? chadS VOICE Help!!! STEVEN Were regrouping at the camp! Do you think you can you find it? chadS VOICE No way! STEVEN Why not?? Chads VOICE BECAUSE IM NEVER EVER GONNA OPEN MY EYES AGAIN!! Steven curses under his breath. Grace suddenly spots something. She snatches the walkie talkie. meanwhile, chad runs like his life depended on it. graces vOICE Chad... Can you see the cabin? Chad looks around without breaking stride. Spots a tiny glow of lamplight on a distant hilltop. chad I see it! STEVENS VOICE Okay! Head there! Well meet you at the treeline. cHAD Okay! He veers toward the peak and keeps on running. From somewhere: CLICKETY CLACK! gus walking through the woods Suddenly stops and whips around. The wind WHISTLES through the trees. He starts walking again. clickety clack. He stops. Turns. SILENCE. He takes a cautious step. Then another. Eyes wary. The sound of the WIND... The little guy starts walking. clickety clack. clickety clack. He breaks into a dead run. bursting out of the trees Gus emerges at the RIVERBANK. 20 yards behind, a SKELETAL WARRIOR appears out of the woods behind him. Hot on his heels. Gus looks back, SHRIEKS and digs in. UP AHEAD: another dead Indian runs out of the woods. Cutting him off. Gus cuts back toward the woods. 000200000309000128C4303,A third brave jumps out in front of him. Gus slams on the brakes. Looking for a way out. There isnt any. Theyve got him surrounded on three sides, the river behind him... Gus opens his mouth and screams at the top of his lungs. But NO SOUND COMES OUT... The three dead Ittawa close in. Taking their time. They REACH FOR HIM-- SNARL!!! Billy Smiths dogs LEAP IN out of nowhere. Knocking the skeletons flat. Gus agape as the big mongrels feast. the boy scouts camp sits like an oasis in the moonlight. Dexter and Butch rise up from behind a bush. Eyes darting. Butch keys his radio. buTCH (whispers) Steven..? Were here. Where are you? STEVENS VOICE Hang on. Were waiting for Chad. Do you see anything? Nothing moves in the camp. buTCH No! Nothing! 0002000003FE00012BC73F8,STEVENS VOICE Just wait for us. Well be right there. buTCH Ten four. He stares into the camp. Then gets out from behind the bush. dEXTER Butch! He said wait! Butch steals toward his tent. dEXTER Butch! Something, somewhere goes CLICKETY CLACK. Dexters EYES WIDEN. approaching butchs tent in the dark. Nothing moves. Nothing makes a sound. Butch pauses at the flap. Lifts it. Nothing happens. So he ducks inside. tossing THROUGH HIS STUFF He cant seem to find what hes looking for-- buTCH Damn it! Where is it?? He turns back to the flap. It LIFTS by itself. buTCH AAAAAAAH!!! DEXTER AAAAAAAH!!! They glare at each other. dEXTER Steven said to wait! buTCH Were screwed! The stuff I took from the mound-- its not where I hid it! Theyve already been here-- They came already and got all their stuff! dEXTER You sure its all gone??? I mean... If we at least bring back SOMETHING-- right?? I mean-- Jeez! Where did George hide all the junk HE took?? They get the same idea at the same time. 00020000023A00012FBF234,dexter and butch The truck! STEVEN and grace waiting in the shadow of the hill upon which the cabin sits. Looking all around. The sound of running FOOTSTEPS grows louder. Steven turns and spots Chad sprinting toward them. Steps out and starts waving his arms. The older boy frantically waves back. Runs toward them. PASSES them. And keeps going. Steven and Grace stare after Chad. Then back where Chad just came from. The FIRST dead Ittawa who chased Chad up the tree is heading this way fast. steven and grace AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! They take off after Chad. 0002000005EF000131F35E9,butchs reflection shatters as he punches out the backseat window of Georges truck with Dexters bat. He reaches inside and unlocks the door. Jumps onto the seat, broken glass and all. A tarp is covering the rear cargo well. Butch peers underneath. The well is laden with pilfered artifacts. DEXTER How are we gonna carry it all? Were gonna need a truck! Butch just stares at him. Smash! Smash! Smash! Butch assaults the underside of the steering column with the bat. The plastic housing shatters. Butch goes to work on the wires. The engine ROARS to life. He jumps into the drivers seat and slams the door shut. Throws it in reverse. buTCH HA! Toldja I used to steal cars! Dexter in the backseat, laughS with relief. WHAM! A skeleton lands on the hood of the truck. Its ugly Deaths Head grinning through the windshield. butch and dexter AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Butch floors it. The truck takes off BACKWARD. Ejecting the dead brave from the hood. Butch slams on the brakes. Throws the tranny into DRIVE. Through the windshield: the skeleton wobbles to its feet. SMASH!!! Just in time to get SPLATTERED. Butch SCREAMS and cranks the wheel. THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD: he veers TOWARD THE TENTS. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Running over four of them. In the backseat, Dexter tries to hang on for dear life. dEXTER Watch out!!! Dont you know how to drive??? buTCH Not really..! dEXTER Whaddaya mean not really? buTCH I toldja! Thats how I got caught! dEXTER I thought you were kidding!!! 00020000075A000137DC754,THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD: a tree races right toward them..! butch aND DEXTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! ka-ruunnnch!!! The big Lincoln SLAMS into the tree. Spewing steam and leaking fluids. Its hood accordioned. tiretracks over a few pieces of shattered skeleton. The bones start to VIBRATE. And slowly REFORM... The RECONSTITUTED SKELETON gets up off the ground. Starts walking toward the wreck. CRACKING its knuckles. inside the navigator Butch struggles against the slowly deflating airbag. buTCH Dexter..? No answer. He looks to the side. The passenger door is open. The brush outside TRAMPLED as if by a fleeing elephant. Butch winces in pain. Tries to move. Then stiffens. A skeletal face leers in his SIDE VIEW MIRROR. Butch turns. The warrior is STANDING BY THE WINDOW. It grabs him by the hair with its bony fingers and RAISES A KNIFE. CRACK! The braves SKULL GOES FLYING. The rest of it trembles for a second, then COLLAPSES. Dexter stands behind it, poised in the follow through of his homerun swing. dEXTER Its going... going... TOUCH EM ALL! BREWERS WIN! BREWERS WIN! He grins at Butch. Pulls open the door and helps him out of the chair. Butch manages a weak smile. Then turns pale. DOZENS of warriors emerge from the woods behind Dexter. Closing in. Surrounding them. buTCH Dex..! Dexter whirls. And now he knows how Custer felt. buTCH The crowd falls silent as Cleveland takes the field. dEXTER Looks like were going into extra innings, folks... Dexter raises his bat over his head like Conan the Barbarian. The boys CHARGE with a primal SCREAM. Bones go flying. The boys are OVERWHELMED by the swarming skeletons. elsewhere Steven and Grace run pell-mell through the forest. Chad just ahead of them. A skeleton close behind. a line of stones stretch across the forest path. Chad flies over it... Steven flies over it... 00020000051A00013F30514,Grace doesnt. Tripping and falling hard. Face down, stunned. sTEVEN Grace! But its too late. Bony footsteps come up fast behind her: CLICKETY CLACK CLICKETY CLACK! Grace rolls over. And SCREEEEEEEEEEAAAMS as the dead warrior LEAPS AT HER-- POOF! It EXPLODES into a CLOUD OF DUST. Coating her in a fine layer of ash. The girl gapes. Blinks. Staring at the Spirit Border... chad is still running when Stevens voice catches up with him. STEVENs VOICE Chad! The older boy looks back. Terrified. STEVENS VOICE Chad, come back! Were safe! Chad slows to a trot. Stops. STEVEN at the spirit border Calling out to the dark. STEVEN Chad! A long silence. Then... chads VOICE (somewhere in the woods) What do you mean were safe? STEVEN They cant cross the Spirit Border! They turn into dust! chads VOICE Whatre you talking about? Whats a Spirit Border? STEVEN The Ittawa thought their land was sacred! They drew a border around it! They believed if they died outside it, their spirits would be lost forever! grACE (stares at the stones) And they were right... Another silence. chads VOICE How do I know this isnt a trick? grACE A trick? What kind of trick? chads VOICE You know. Like a demon from hell pretending to be Steven in order to lure me to my doom kind of trick. 0002000006630001444465D,Steven blinks. Shines his mini-maglite on his own face. STEVEN Chad. Look. Its me. See? Silence... CHADS VOICE Whats Newtons First Law of Motion? STEVEN What??? chads VOICE Newtons First Law of Motion. The real Steven Toomey would know this. STEVEN Oh jeez... a body at rest tends to remain at rest. Or... a body in motion tends to remain in motion at a constant speed in a straight line... (gets on a roll) -- unless acted upon by an outside force, i.e., if the net unbalanced force is zero, then-- Twigs SNAP. Chad emerges from hiding. chad Okay, okay. Its you. Stop. Youre making my head hurt. Steven shines the light to show him the way over. STEVEN You okay? cHAD Yeah. You? STEVEN Yeah. (puzzled) Where are your pants? cHAD I dont wanna talk about it. He looks at Grace. Tugs at the hem of his shirt. CHAD Did you find my dad? Steven shakes his head. cHAD (groans) So what do we do now? STEVEN (keys his walkie talkie) Butch..? STATIC on the other end... STEVEN Butch? Dexter? Can you hear me..? More STATIC... cHAD Oh my God, they got em! Were the only ones left alive..! grACE No, I dont think so. If they were going to kill any of us, they certainly wouldve killed you. They must have something else in mind. cHAD Like what??? STEVEN If were lucky, maybe just maiming or torture or slavery. grACE As long as they dont lecture. Steven actually gets a chuckle out of that. Grace smirks at him, then looks worried again. Steven eyes the line of stones. STEVEN We can walk along the safe side of the Spirit Border up the hill to the cabin. Then we can call for help from there. 0002000003D200014AA13CC,Chad scoots across the Spirit Border onto the safe side. cHAD Youre walking point, Kemosabe. grACE Im not sure Id make any more Indian jokes if I were you. She and Steven leave him behind. Chad looks around in sudden fear. Chad (sotto) Sorry! He runs after them. billys cabin looms Completely dark. Steven, Grace and Chad trot up to the front door. Its ajar. They look at each other. Push open the door. moonlight spills across the FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH of 6 year old Billy and her great, great grandmother. Its fallen to the floor. The glass shattered. The kids stand silhouetted in the open doorway. Steven flicks on his flashlight. Everyone GASPS. The place is completely TRASHED. grACE (barely audible) Mom..? They creep inside. Closing the door behind them. Slowly make their way across the living room. Debris CRUNCHING underfoot. Grace stops, and picks up the photo of Nana. Clutches the bespectacled, white-haired old lady against her chest. 00020000048400014E6D47E,STEVEN Anyone see a phone? grACE Its in moms bedroom. Chad looks around, picks up an antique, U.S. Cavalry sabre off the floor. Takes a few practice swipes with it. Notices the wall-sized mural. Stares at it. they make their way past the kitchen Its even more totaled than the living room. An absolute disaster area. They look at each other, move on. Chad Its like they tossed the place. What the heck would they be looking for here? THE PANTRY door swings open. A SKELETAL HAND gropes out... they enter the bedroom Unlike the rest of the house, the room is intact. Steven spots the telephone on the nightstand. Picks up the receiver. Something goes BUMP inside the closet. Grace suppresses a yelp. Steven stares at the closet, looks at Chad, sets the phone down. He waves Grace back to the hallway, goes to the closet, puts his hand on the knob. Gestures for Chad to come forward with the sword. Holds up 3 fingers. Then counts down. 3... 2... 1. Chad raises the sword. Steven OPENS THE DOOR, exposing-- A double barreled SHOTGUN. KA-BLAMMM!!! Grace SCREAMS. billy steps out of the closet Lowering the weapon. Aghast. grACE 0002000003B2000152EB3AC,Oh my God! Oh my God! Steven! Steven and Chad are flat on the floor, staring up at her. bILLY SMITH Im sorry! Are you alright??? cHAD What??? His ears are ringing. STEVEN Billy! What are you doing here??? bILLY SMITH Something was chasing me! I beat it back to the cabin and locked myself in! cHAD (still deaf) What??? bILLY SMITH Then I ran back for the shotgun when heard it break in through the front door, so I hid in the closet! Im so sorry! Are you boys okay??? Steven pats himself down. No harm, no foul. STEVEN Im okay! You okay, Chad? cHAD What??? STEVEN (looks up at Billy) We were going to use your phone to call for help! That mustve been us you heard break in! He suddenly remembers and runs to the nightstand. Whoops. Apparently the phone has taken the brunt of the shotgun blast. Steven holds up whats left of the obliterated instrument. STEVEN Eh... you dont happen to have another extension, do you? 0002000003D7000156973D1,bILLY SMITH (excited) Ive got a cell phone! Grabbing it from the nightstand drawer. bILLY SMITH How can the battery be dead? I just charged it before I went to bed last night. She freezes. Then fixes her gaze on the already wincing Grace. grACE I was talking to Brittany. They all glower at her. grACE It was important..! Glower. grACE I suppose if Id known we were going to be chased around by skeletons all night, I might have been more responsible! Billy looks at Chad. bILLY SMITH What happened to your pants? cHAD What??? STEVEN The skeletons mustve gotten them. bILLY SMITH The... skeletons? STEVEN I dont know how to tell you this, so Im just gonna come out and say it. There really is... a Restless Tribe! grACE Theres an understatement. Tell her the rest. STEVEN Somehow, when the guys started digging up the mound, it activated some kind of supernatural trigger. The dead came back to life. Only... theres not that much left of them now. Just bones. 00020000043100015A6842B,grace And weapons. Billy just blinks. bILLY SMITH Grace... I know youre unhappy about your father and me. But weve always been able to talk honestly with each other. If youve started experimenting with certain substances to escape reality-- grACE Mom, look at me. IM NOT ON DRUGS. STEVEN You said yourself, Billy. One chased you over here. bILLY SMITH I said something chased me. I didnt say a SKELETON chased me. Okay? Theres a big difference. Actually, what chased me looked more like some kind of giant bunny rabbit. STEVEN Long eared or flop eared? BILLY SMITH Okay. I admit that sounds kinda weird too. But its not a skeleton. There are no skeletons. Somebody, or someTHING clears its throat from the doorway. Billy looks and practically swallows her tongue. standing in the doorway is a SKELETON IN A MOLDY HOUSEDRESS. About 4 feet tall and hunchbacked. With long, scraggly white hair and dirt encrusted, coke bottle lensed glasses. skeleton in a housedress Anybody got a cigarette? Im dying for a cigarette. grACE Na- Na- Na- NANA??? 00020000042900015E93423,What remains of Billys great, great grandmother cocks her skull to one side. nANA Billy..? Is that you? Damn, you kids grow up so fast. Give Nana a hug. grACE (shoving Billy toward Nana) Actually, SHES Billy! bILLY SMITH Na- Na- Na- !!! nANA What? Did everyone forget how to speak English since last time you were here? She CLOMPS into the bedroom in her old lady shoes. Stops suddenly and points with her cane. nANA Whys that boy not wearing any pants? Chad scoots back against the wall and curls into a fetal position. Nanas forgotten what she came in for. Starts looking around. nANA Anybody seen my keys? I musta locked myself out. Had to kick the front door in. She suddenly spots something and lets loose a blood curdling SHRIEEEEEEEK! Billy and the boys GASP and whirl. Nanas gaping at her OWN REFLECTION in the full length mirror. nANA Damn! Howd I get so old??? I look like crap! bILLY SMITH Umm... actually, Nana... youve been dead for over 27 years. Nana gasps, shocked. nANA Really? Looks at herself in the mirror again. 0002000003A5000162B639F,nANA Huh. Well. In that case, under the circumstances... I dont think I look half bad! Voguing in the mirror. Grace smiles, walks up and sticks out her hand. grACE Hi. Im Grace. Your great great great granddaughter. Nana moves in for a closer look. nANA I see the resemblance. nana clomps out into the living room on her way to the kitchen. Billy, Grace and Steven following. nANA You kids want some tea? Im gonna make tea. Dont think I got any biscuits, though. Billy, essentially numb now, merely frowns at the atomic level of destruction in the living room. bILLY SMITH What happened in here? nANA I told ya. I was looking for a cigarette. She starts to rattle around in the kitchen. Billy turns to meet Graces gaze. Shes looking very pale. bILLY SMITH Im just going to get some air. She opens the front door. What looks like a 6 foot tall, MUTANT WHITE RABBIT is blocking her exit. mutant white rabbit 0002000004BE000166554B8,NNNNNNNNNNNNNG!!! Billy turns back inside. bILLY SMITH Or maybe Ill just make a nice fire. She wanders off. Steven and Grace gape at the thing on the porch. STEVEN George??? Its GEORGE ALRIGHT. His arms bound, his mouth gagged. Dressed up in stitched together animal skins thatve been slathered with some kind of luminous whitewash. He runs inside, his EYES BULGING in fear. Literally hopping up and down with adrenaline. Chad emerges from the bedroom. Still trying to clear the RINGING in his ears. He sees George, SCREAMS. STEVEN No, Chad! Its alright! Its just George, dressed like a big rabbit! (looks at George) You are supposed to be a rabbit, right? gEORGE Nnnnng! nanas voice (from the kitchen) Did you say rabbit? My mama once told me a story about rabbits. Billy squirts LIGHTER FLUID into the fireplace. Humming to herself. NANAS VOICE See, the Tribe would hunt em. Only, when they spotted one, they wouldnt kill it. Not right then, anyway. Billy sets the plastic bottle down on the floor and lights a long FIREPLACE MATCH. NANAS VOICE No, what theyd do is, theyd follow it, all the way back to its warren. Then- WHAMMO! Theyd clobber the whole bunch of em! 00020000034C00016B0D346,Steven and Grace, listening, look at each other, look sideways at George, then out the open front door... dozens of warrior skeletons charge from the woods-- Their leader already leaping UP THE FRONT PORCH-- STEVEN closes the door A loud CRASH on the other side as bone hits wood. He turns to the others. STEVEN Were gonna need more tea. CRASH!! A TOMAHAWK flies through a window and buries itself in the wall near Billy. She jumps up, still holding the lit fireplace match. STEVEN Barricade the windows!! Run!! CRASH!!! All the OTHER WINDOWS EXPLODE. ARROWS WHOOSHING and THUNKING in all directions. Narrowly missing everyone. nana emerges from the kitchen carrying a TEA SET. CRASH! An arrow shatters the teapot and embeds in her chest. She GASPS. Then GLARES OUT THE WINDOW. Nana HEY! Im trying to entertain in here! 00020000076A00016E53764,FUNTCH-FUNTCH-FUNTCH!! Three more arrows thunk into her. Raising dust. Nana Okay. Fine. She slams down the tea tray. in the bedroom Chad upends the mattress and SHOVES it in front of the bedroom window. A Skeletal arm THRUSTS through the crack, wielding a knife. WHACK! Chad CHOPS it off with his sabre. a skeleton raises a window in the KITCHEN, starts to crawl though. BANG! Grace slams the window shut, cutting the thing in half. Its torso SPRINGS at her. Grace SHRIEKS and leaps away. meanwhile, STEVEN struggles to block the back door with a chair. WHOOOSH-- a FLAMING ARROW streaks across the room. Stevens head spins, following its trajectory. THUNK! It embeds in one of Nanas paintings in the living room, setting it ABLAZE. Steven runs after it. back in the living room George hops up and down in an insane St. Vitus Day dance. Knocking down the plastic squirt bottle of lighter fluid. Billy, still holding the lit FIREPLACE MATCH, sighs and picks it up off the floor. nana clomps past Glaring out the front window. She raises her DOUBLE-BARRELLED SHOTGUN. BLAM! BLAM! Vaporizing a pair on her front porch. Behind her, the skeleton torso scrambles across the floor, trying to get away from Grace, whos beating it with a broom. STEVEN pulls the fire arrow from the burning painting and stomps out the flame. Suddenly... he STARES at the charred canvas. Its a nightmare image of THE COLONEL ON HORSEBACK WITH AN ARROW THROUGH HIS CHEST. NANA IS RELOADING the shotgun. THUMP! An arrow pins her arm to her side. She shakes her fist out the window. Nana Dont think I dont recognize you kids without your skins! 10 MORE ARROWS turn into a skeletal PORCUPINE. Nana ACK!!! Your mothers are gonna hear about this in the afterlife! An ARMOIRE SLIDES BETWEEN HER AND THE WINDOW-- Chad and Grace pushing it-- Nana Hey! I liked that where it was! 000200000518000175B7512,grace Wheres-- (he spots him) Steven??? STEVEN is grabbing paintings and lining them up along the wall. Rapidly arranging them like cards in a poker hand. CHAD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? STEVEN Putting these in order! outside, dozens of tomahawks start HACKING through the log walls of the cabin. inside, the sound stops everyone cold. Except for Steven, still ordering the paintings. Chad WHAT?? WHO CARES WHAT ORDER THEYRE IN! Nana (pulling out arrows) Theyre just bad dreams! There isnt any order! STEVEN Yes there is! He points to the HUGE MURAL of the beginning of the massacre-- STEVEN That ones first! (moves a few more) These go like this... (grabs up a last painting) And this-- He places the VIEW OF THE FISSURE IN THE HIGH BURNING BLUFF at the end of the line. STEVEN Goes here... (to Nana) Is this how you remember it? K-CHOP- CHOP- CHOP- CHOP- CHOP!!! graCE (beating the torso) STEVEN! NANA I just painted what I saw in the Dream Catcher whenever I walked in the woods... I thought if I looked long enough... I might find-- STEVEN -- Your father! Nana Thats right. STEVEN You DID. He points to the painting of the PAINED INDIAN FACE REFLECTED IN THE WATER-- STEVEN Thats him, isnt it? Nana I dont know... I just saw that face in the Dream Catcher-- STEVEN 00020000046600017AC9460,-- Which your father made to protect you from nightmares! But for some reason, it caught something even worse than nightmares! He starts tearing through the dozens of other paintings-- Tossing them to and fro, in search of something particular-- STEVEN These images... Your paintings... Theyre what your father saw during the massacre! But why would the Dream Catcher he made to protect you-- record his last moments unless he wanted you to see them? There mustve been a reason he wanted you to see them! He finds the painting hes looking for. STEVEN And here it is. He holds it up for the others to see. Its THE VIEW FROM THE FISSURE IN THE BLUFF OF THE VILLAGE FAR BELOW-- SURROUNDED BY FIRE. STEVEN Whats wrong with this picture?? Everyone stares at it. Shaking their heads. K-CHOP- CHOP- CHOP- CHOP- CHOP!!! Splinters are flying off the inside of the log cabin walls. Steven points to the center of the village-- And walks forward with the painting-- CLOSER... CLOSER... Until, they can ALL SEE IT. An EMPTY WOODEN FRAME sits in the middle of the burning village. The Shaman dead in front of it. 00020000045C00017F29456,STEVEN Wheres the Spirit Blanket?? bILLY SMITH It burned up in the fire! STEVEN No, Billy, look! The flames havent reached this part of the village yet! This is where the blanket should be! Look at the mural! grACE So Nanas father took it? cHAD NO! No no no no no no no no no!!! It was burned up in the fire! STEVEN If the Spirit Blanket was destroyed in the fire, the spirits in the gourds would have been destroyed too! Its a simple equation, Chad! If the tribes spirits are still out there, then the Spirit Blanket is still out there too! Chad blinks. CHOPPING Tomahawk blades now penetrating. cHAD You are so not thinking what I think youre thinking! STEVEN Chad, we can bring back all the artifacts you guys dug up and it still wont give the tribe any peace. The only way to do that, is to find the Spirit Blanket, and release the spirits..! cHAD Oh man! You were thinking it! Grace stops beating the pile of bone fragments that was the torso. A flicker of hope in her eyes. STEVEN Its the only thing that makes sense. nANA But... where did he go? STEVEN Same place were going. 0002000003F60001837F3F0,He points at the painting of THE FISSURE IN THE BURNING BLUFF. STEVEN There. Its at that moment that the others notice something. Chad Hey... The chopping stopped... Indeed. In fact... its TOTALLY QUIET. Billy, still holding the lighter fluid in one hand, and the lit match in the other, turns in a circle, trying to listen. bILLY SMITH Why would they stop trying to get in through the walls... cHAD Unless they found... STEVEN, billy, grace, AND CHAD -- AN EASIER WAY IN! KA-SHKLUNK!!! A SKELETON WARRIOR in a feathered WAR BONNET lands in the fireplace! BILLY, STARTLED-- CRUSHES the LIGHTER FLUID BOTTLE IN HER HAND- SPWOOSH!!! It SPRAYS. Dousing the skeleton. The skeleton stares at Billy. Billy stares back. She looks at the lit match in her other hand... OUTSIDE, more dead ittawa are sneaking up to the cabin. Suddenly... POOMF!!! FLAME AND FEATHERS blast out of the chimney. WHAM!!! The front door flies open. The FLAMING, SCREAMING, SKELETAL WARRIOR running right at them! 0002000002B60001876F2B0,The other braves SHRIEK and run for the woods-- Their blazing brother hot on their trail, EMBERS FLYING.. FRAMED IN THE CABINS DOORWAY Steven, Grace, Billy, Chad, and George the Rabbit gape at the departing horror. Nana sticks her skull out from inside. Nana He looked like an old flame of mine. STEVEN Now might be a good time to run. Nana Why run? I got a Pontiac in the shed! They look at her. Something shiny jingles from her phalanges. Nana Found my keys! they run for the shed Steven suddenly stops and looks back at the others. STEVEN You dont all have to come! The Spirit Borders right over there! You can wait on the other side and the skeletons cant touch you! 0002000003B400018A1F3AE,Chad and George immediately make a dash for the Spirit Border, Steven, Grace and Billy head for the shed. grACE (looks back) Wait! Wheres Nana? Nana clomps across the property as fast as she can, which is, not very fast. Steven runs back and takes her by the hand. STEVEN Cmon, Nana. We have to go now..! Nana smacks him with her cane. nANA Take your hands off me! What do I look- helpless? Inching along, pulling arrows out of her body. Steven anxiously at her side. across the spirit border Chad and George raise their heads just high enough to peer over a bush. Their eyes widen. An Indian skeleton charges from the woods toward Steven, Grace, Billy and Nana. gEORGE NNNNNNNNNNG!!! Chad bolts from the bushes. Back across the Spirit Border. STEVEN, grace and billy look up as the warrior closes in on them. Swinging a tomahawk. SMASH! Chad jumps in front and cleaves it with his sabre. cHAD Nobody messes with Steven but me! 00020000035200018DCD34C,The others look at him gratefully. Chad scoops Nana up and starts to run for the shed. Nana BEATS him with her cane. nANA Put me down! Im not that kind of girl! Behind them, the skeleton starts to REFORM... the shed is a long, weather beaten hand-made structure. Steven throws open the big door in front. The rusting remains of a 1939 Pontiac Deluxe 8 convertible sits on four flat whitewalls. Billy deflates like a leaky rubber raft. bILLY SMITH Will this thing even start? STEVEN Try! Billy tries to open the door. Cant. Finally just clambers into the open convertible. nANA Move over. Nobody drives my car but me. Billy slides across the bench seat. Chad dumps the dead old lady behind the wheel. Nanas bony fingers insert the key in the ignition. Turn it. No response. nANA Thats funny. I just filled it up yesterday. 00020000040F00019119409,Steven pops open the hood. The car is MISSING ITS ENGINE. Instead, a FERAL CAT feeds a litter of kittens in the empty bay. Startled, they scat. george skids up Still bound and gagged. Jumping up and down with fear. He dives head first into the vehicles backseat. Dozens of voices ULULATE from the woods. The war party regrouping. Grace turns and stares into the distance. grACE Theyre coming! STEVEN (realizing) Wait a minute. Its all downhill from here... cHAD You can say that again! STEVEN (excited) No! The road! Its all downhill! Chad! Grace! Help me push! The kids run around to the back of the vehicle. Lean into it. The flivver starts to roll. Nana grips the wheel with both hands, barely able to peer over the dash. naNA Ah! I got her started, kids! clear of the shed the jalopy tilts down the hill and starts to pick up speed. Steven, Grace and Chad run after it. Leap onto the running boards. Nana sticks out her arm, signaling a left turn. The car starts to loop around the 180 degree drive. 00020000039D00019522397,the skeleton chad shattered fully REFORMS and stands up. Turns around with an evil HISS. WHAM! The Pontiac swerves out of the dark and FLATTENS it. riding in the convertible Billy looks back in horror. Then faces front, warmed by an ORANGE GLOW... ahead of them The WOODS AND THE ROAD ARE A WALL OF FLAME. nANA Well, thats inconvenient. Looks like were gonna have to take the Back road. bILLY SMITH (not the Back road!) The Back road??? STEVEN Whats the Back road? Nana suddenly SWERVES toward the WOODEN SAWHORSE that blocks-- the back road CRASH!!! The Pontiac plows through the sawhorse. Low hanging branches start SMACKING against Steven, Grace and Chad, threatening to knock them off the vehicles running boards. cHAD Ow! Hey! bILLY SMITH Lights! Nana! Turn on your lights! Nana reaches for the knob. It COMES OFF IN HER HAND. nANA Darn it. Why does this always happen after the warranty runs out? 000200000457000198B9451,Steven unclips his mini-maglite. Shines the meager beam ahead of them. the road ahead is narrow, pitted with pot holes and riddled with hairpin turns that butt up against sheer drops into vast chasms. George chooses this moment to raise his head. gEORGE NNNNNNNNNNG!!! Billy startled, looks back at him. Pulls loose his GAG. gEORGE AAAAAAAH!!! WERE GONNA DIE!!! Nana spins the wheel. the pontiac takes the first turn dangerously fast. Tilting on 2 wheels like a catamaran. Chad on the right side running board, HANGS OVER THE EDGE of a 200 foot sheer drop. He SCREEEEEAMS! BANG! The car drops down on all fours again. Going FASTER. STEVEN Nana! Slow down! nANA I cant! I dont have any brakes! everYONE What??? The four flat tires CHATTER over a bone-jarring series of potholes. SHREDDING any last vestiges of rubber. The occupants of the vehicle bounce like Mexican jumping beans. Here comes ANOTHER TURN... cHAD NOOOOOOO!!! errrrrrrrrrk! The car lists over EVEN FURTHER on its outside wheels. Chads feet slip off the running board. DANGLING in mid-air over the side of the cliff. 00020000063100019D0A62B,BANG! It drops back down on all four wheels. Everyone breathes a huge sigh of relief. naNA Hang on! The road ahead PLUMMETS like the first drop on a 600 foot rollercoaster. Everyone SCREAMS. Their FACES distorted by the heavy G-forces. the pontiac rockeTS to the bottom of the drop and immediately starts climbing the next hill. eVERYONE WHOOOOOOOOOAA!!! Of course, the fun of any halfway decent roller coaster isnt the first drop... its the top of the next hill where a fat, furry possum is sleeping in the middle of the road. The car SOARS UP THE HILL toward it. nANA Yikes! Possum! She cranks the wheel. The Pontiac skids into a SPIN just as it REACHES THE APEX. The spinning car LEAVES THE ROAD. The passengers LEAVE THE CAR. everything spins in mid-air Floating weightless for a long, surreal moment... Then GRAVITY takes over. bang! The car lands on the road. The passengers land in the car. Everyone in different places than they were before. Nana, still behind the wheel, leans even further over the dash for a better look. nANA Thats funny. It almost looks like were going backwards. Everyone looks forward. Then everyone looks backwards. eVERYONE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! They ARE going backwards. Right toward a HAIRPIN TURN. Everyone GRABS THE WHEEL. The car SPINS. crash!!! It blows through the guardrail, OFF THE ROAD. Sailing through the air. Out into space. Passing in front of the FULL MOON... wham!!! And landing back on the road, further down the mountain, having BYPASSED the hairpin turn. Riding in STUNNED SILENCE for a full five seconds. 0002000004F40001A3354EE,cHAD At least we got away from the skeletons! BWANG! The front hood flies off the car into the night. Two BONY FEET sticking out from the engine compartment. The SKELETON THEY RAN OVER in front of the shed SPRINGS OUT up, fully reassembled. Straddling the open compartment, wielding his WAR CLUB. He lets rip an ear piercing SHRIEK. BAM! The car hits a vicious POTHOLE, sending the warrior AIRBORNE. It LANDS ON TOP OF GEORGE, whos lying flat on his back on the trunk of the car. gEORGE AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! STEVEN and chad AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Chad still holding the sabre, SLASHES at the thing. Severing an arm, which goes flying. Unfortunately, the braves other arm is holding its TOMAHAWK. It hisses and swings at Chad. The boy leans out of the way. The weapon WHOOSHES past his nose. Chad slashes and the skeleton ducks. The skeleton swings and Chad leans. Slash duck swing lean. Slash duck swing lean. George on his back on the trunk of the car with the skeleton ON TOP OF HIM, manages to SIT UP. Pitching the warrior off him just as Chad takes a vicious swipe with the sabre. SLASH! Georges pseudo bunny ears lift off THE TOP OF his head and blow away. Billy SCREAMS in the front seat. The one armed skeleton now in her lap. HISSES at her. 00020000062A0001A823624,nANA Hold onto your hats! She CRANKS THE WHEEL. the pontiac rockets into the hairiest hairpin yet. The inside wheels lift off the road. The car practically tilts sideways. Chad hangs over the edge by his hands. George upside down, by his feet. The skeleton spills off Billys lap and tumbles out into space. The Pontiac threatens to follow. Teetering on the brink of no return... everyone Whoaaaaaaaaaa..! BANG! The vehicle drops back down and keeps going. Nana fights the wheel as the ancient Pontiac veers left toward the sheer side of the mountain. Stevens eyes widen. He leaps off the left side running board into the backseat as the flivver SCRAPES against the sandstone wall. Sheering off both left side fenders and running board. grACE Oh my God! Steven! We lost Steven! Steven raises his head out of the backseat. STEVEN No! Im right here! nANA What happened to my lights? Steven realizes his FLASHLIGHT is rolling around on the floor in the back of the car. He gropes for it. GRABS it. Shines it ahead of them. illuminating a sign that reads: DANGER - BRIDGE CONDEMNED. STEVENs eyes widen He throws Chad the flashlight. STEVEN Chad! Trade ya! Grabbing Chads sabre, he drives it straight down through the floorboards. SHUNK! under the car The blade digs and drags in the pitted dirt road. Scattering loose rocks and gravel. up ahead The CONDEMNED BRIDGE looms. An ancient construct of rotting wooden planks held together by sheer force of habit alone. the passengers in the car dont like what they see. They voice their displeasure. 0002000004FF0001AE474F9,passengers AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! sparks fly from the sabre blade dragging under the car. the pontiac slows Approaching the bridge. The wheels, sans rubber, roll onto the planks. Coming to a COMPLETE STOP. dead center on the bridge Suspended over BLACKNESS. Aged timbers GROANING and CREAKING. Crickets CHIRP. The passengers sit in the car. Afraid to move. Afraid even to breathe. A loud, sickening CRACK! Their collective SCREAM FADES as bridge, car and passengers PLUMMET from sight. splash! Landing ON TOP OF THE RIVER. Everyone still in their places in the car. The severed section of bridge below them serving as a raft. Nana still cranking the steering wheel, looks back at Steven. nANA So... where to? Steven leans forward and smiles. STEVEN Steady as she goes, Helmsman. He meets Graces gaze. STEVEN The river knows the way. He sits back. Reaches into his pack. Pulls out another apple and offers it to Grace. She blinks at him. FURTHER DOWNSTREAM - billys dogs bark Hovering possessively around a few choice bones. Keeping 3 PARTIALLY ASSEMBLED SKELETONS at bay. Gus huddles behind the hounds for protection. guS Go away! Go away! One of the dogs starts to dig a hole. Drops in his souvenirs. Gus glances toward the river, does a double-take. 0002000006A90001B3406A3,the pontiac floats around the bend on top of the raft. Nana cranking the wheel as she peers over the dash. Steven, Grace, Billy, Chad and George all staring at him with their mouths hanging open. STEVEN Gus! Get in! Gus wades into the shallow river and splashes over to the raft. Each of the hounds grabs a bone and dog paddle after him. Steven and Chad help Gus aboard. He glares at Billy. guS Youre late! nANA We had car trouble. Gus blinks at the skeletal chauffeur. bILLY SMITH Gus... Id like you to meet my great, great grandmother. guS Hello. nANA Got a cigarette? gus Uh uh. He shudders, turns and stares at Chad standing there with no pants. And then at George sitting on one of the cars fenders in the weird bunny suit. He blinks and turns back around. George heaves a deep sigh, bends over to put his face in his hands. A patch of scalp SLIDES off the top of his head and falls to his feet with a SPLAT. Dead warriors dance Around the roaring BONFIRE in the center of the Ittawa village. Behind them, the HORIZON IS ORANGE from the approaching forest fire. Tied to stakes Butch, Dexter and Stu are uncomfortably close to the bonfire. Butch stares down a skeletal warrior. BuTCH Hey, Bone-Daddy! I think this side is done! You can turn me now! The skeletal warrior SCREAMS in his face. THE RIVER CANYON Echoes with a CRY OF AGONY. ONBOARD THE CAR/BRIDGE/RAFT Billy, Chad and Gus stare at something in horror. Gus It looks... crooked. Billy winces as her hands adjust the position of Georges re-applied scalp PATCH. He YELPS and swats her hands away-- George Forget it! Ill do it myself! (gingerly spinning his scalp clockwise) Florence Nightingale you are NOT! 0002000006240001B9E361E,(glares at Nana) You got any Bunjee cords in this heap? Nana Might be some tire chains in the trunk. George climbs out of the car-- Leaving the others to look forward. Steven stands at the bow of the raft. Silhouetted by fire reflected in the water ahead. The top of the bluff beyond fully engulfed in flame. STEVEN stares up at it. Searching. Finally spots-- HIGH UP THE STEEP FACE OF THE BLUFF-- A dark forbidding seam in the rock... THE FISSURE. STEVEN Were here. THE GROUP SPLASHES ASHORE FROM THE BEACHED RAFT-- Carrying Nana between them. They set her down. Stare up at the climb that awaits them. Georges head is now wrapped with tire chains. George Look. Were miles from any skeletons at this point. (glances at Nana) Present company notwithstanding-- Why dont we just keep on moving downstream toward better things like safety, warmth, the National Guard-- STEVEN -- Because it would be wrong, George. George AND? Whats your point? STEVEN Theres a cave up there that holds the key to making things right in this place where so much wrong has occurred. You can either help us find that key... or Ill make sure you wind up in a place where they throw the key away. (to the others) Ready? Nana I think... Ill wait down here. George Good idea. We wouldnt want you to DIE or anything. Chad Shut up, dad. Back-lit by the moon... Nana is not so comical any more... Nana I was just a baby... But in my dreams... I remember my father... He was kind and brave... strong and handsome... I remember him as he was in life. Not... 0002000005300001C00152A,(she looks down at her remains) ...like this. Billy smith Its okay. You can wait for us here. Suddenly, the sound of DISTANT DRUMMING reverberates off the bluff. The group turn as one. Staring downriver. STEVEN Lets go... They head for the bluff. Gus lags behind with Billys dogs. Gus Dont worry, old bone lady. Spock and Bones will look after you. (turns to the dogs) Stay! (points to Nana) Dont eat! The dogs pant agreeably. Nana pats Gus on the head. He smiles and puts one of the Pontiacs HUBCAPS on his head like a helmet. Then scrambles after the others up the rocky incline. Nana stares up after them. Then looks off in the direction of the DRUMMING. She embraces herself with bony arms. As if suddenly cold. STEVEN ARRIVES AT THE FISSURES ENTRANCE Pulls himself up to full height and stares at the featureless walls that converge in a rock slide 50 feet back. The forest above it, utterly engulfed. The others arrive behind him. See him just standing there. Staring. Chad So?? Where is it? grACE Steven? George Theres nothing here! Its a dead end! STEVEN It has to be here. George Why? Why does it have to be? Lifes a poker game, kid. If you wanna get through it, sometimes you gotta know when to fold. Steven blinks, trying to think... Then slowly turns-- REMEMBERING-- 00020000059B0001C52B595,the village burned in the distance. You turned, and found a narrow passage ending in a rock slide fifty feet back. A giant tree at the top threatened to topple right into the fissure at any second. Colonels voice THERE HE IS!! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Craters exploded in the sandstone wall above your head. You saw him below you, your BOW in your hands. You let fly an arrow that slammed into his chest. BLAM! You were blown off your feet onto your back. You stared up the crevasse at the forest above you, ablaze. Burning branches and embers fell down around you. Your head lolled to one side-- -- and you saw the entrance to a CAVE. STEVENs head is turned in the direction the cave entrance should be. But theres nothing there. His eyes narrow. blam! blam! blam! Wild shots blew craters in the sandstone wall over your head. STEVEN whirls from the memory-- aiming his flashlight to the same spot on the wall above his head. STEVEN Where are the bullet marks? There should be bullet holes right here! It doesnt make sense!! George I agree! So lets get the hell out of here! We can climb that! He points to the rock slide at the rear of the crevasse. Billy SMITH And escape into the safety of the forest fire? George Theyd never think wed be stupid enough to do it! grACE They dont know you well enough. Steven is staring at something high above the rock slide... The HUGE, ANCIENT TREE STUMP. 0002000002A50001CAC029F,STEVEN Thats it!! He drops to where the thick carpet of pine needles at their feet meets the rock wall. Starts digging with his hands. Chad Wait! Whats it?? STEVEN There was a tree up there! George Yeah, yeah-- and a cave over there and bullet holes up here-- Maybe you want the next crevasse over! STEVEN (still digging furiously) The reason the trees not up there-- is because it toppled... and fell-- DOWN HERE! Now the others move in to help-- STEVENs enthusiasm contagious. STEVEN 134 years of pine needles and eroded soil built up on top of the tree-- raising the floor of the crevasse just high enough... to hide... (shining his flashlight) This. 00020000036E0001CD5F368,The others blink-- stunned. IN THE FLASHLIT SPOT-- Three dirty but obvious BULLET CRATERS. THE GROUPS EYES TURN AS ONE-- Toward the spot further up the fissure where the cave should be. UTTER DARKNESS Muffled sounds of digging... Exertion... Then-- A hint of FLICKERING LIGHT-- diffused by organic mulch-- scooped away-- Desperate hands clear an opening-- STEVENs VOICE Flashlight! Okay-- Lower me down-- A BLAZING FLASHLIGHT penetrates the chamber. STEVENS FACE appears behind it. The opening just big enough for his head to fit through. He tries tilt his head to look down-- But theres no place for his jaw to go. STEVEN I cant see anything-- Pull me up! UP ABOVE The others are bent over around the funnel shaped pit theyve dug, holding Steven by the ankles. They haul him back up. He flops down against the chasm wall. Spits dirt from his mouth. 0002000003660001D0C7360,STEVEN I cant maneuver down there. The openings too small. And we cant dig through the tree. Not without tools. gEORGE Gus! You go! Everyone looks at him. STEVEN George. I dont know... whats down there. Gus No, its okay. Ill go. He starts toward the hole. Looks back at George. guS But this wont sound good at the next custody hearing. FROM DEEP IN THE CAVE BELOW-- The beam of firelight from the opening is obscured. Tiny legs dangling as Gus is lowered by-- THE OTHERS ABOVE-- Playing out a rope made from shirtsleeves, socks, and belts. GUS DESCENDS-- Till his sneakers touch the dusty floor of the cave. He stands small and alone in the gloom, holding his weakening flashlight. He plays the beam along the caves walls, turning slowly in place. Until hes pointing the light right at-- -- YOU. And CLICKETY-CLACK!! Gus SCREAMS! 00020000033C0001D427336,UP WITH THE OTHERS-- The last length of rope is suddenly YANKED from the groups unprepared hands. GUS SCREAMS echoing from below! Steven DIVES HEADFIRST into the pit-- The others barely catching his legs in time to prevent him breaking his neck. grACE NO! STEVEN!! (to the others) PULL HIM BACK!!! PULL!! FROM INSIDE THE CAVE-- Steven grabs onto the edges of the opening-- Resisting their efforts-- STEVEN GUS! GUS!!! GUUUUUUS!!! Dragging himself back to the opening. He literally BIRTHS himself through it with painful contortion and force of will. Landing in a heap at the bottom of the cave. Gus flashlight rolls back and forth in the darkness a few yards away. STEVEN Gus? Silence. The flashlight flickers. Only its feeble bulb visible now. Then eerily... it starts to rise. Higher... Higher... 0002000004150001D75D40F,STEVEN Gus?? Someone Shhhhhhhhhh... Stevens eyes widen. Suddenly the flashlight tilts up-- LIGHTING-- GUSs wide-eyed face. Gus Theres someone else in here. Aiming his flashlight at the sloping wall of soil and rotten vegetation beneath the cave entrance. The two boys approach, listening... Muffled-- buried-- the sound... of whimpering. Steven gets closer to the dirt and leaves. Putting his ear to the mulch... KLATCH!!! A skeletal HAND snaps out before his eyes. Steven YELPS and leaps back. graces voice STEVEN? Whats happening? STEVEN Its okay! Were fine! He moves back to where the skeletal hand is flexing, like a butterfly fresh from the chrysalis. Steven swallows, terrified. Starts digging into the mulch. Excavating a skeletal arm. It thrashes. Muffled CRIES OF FEAR from the dirt. Steven snatches the flailing hand of bones in a brother handshake. Holding it still. Squeezing it. The CRIES stop. Steven keeps digging with his free hand till suddenly hes staring in wonder and heartbreak at-- 0002000004510001DB6C44B,THE REMAINS OF MOONWATCHERS BODY His jaw broken. One arm shattered beneath his crushed rib cage. His head pinned by the ragged stump of a missing branch. The rest of him flattened beneath the mass of the enormous, blackened tree trunk. Hes hopelessly trapped. STEVEN Im sorry. I cant get you out. The Spirit Blanket... what did you do with it? Gus He cant understand you. STEVEN Billy! What was the Indian name for the spirit blanket?? IN THE FISSURE ABOVE Billy crouches low-- Listening. Billy SMITH They called it-- DOWN BELOW-- BILLYs voice Tan-ko-kwa! Moonwatcher freezes, rips his hand from Stevens grasp. Starts straining, scratching feebly at an area of soil a bit lower on the slope. A lumpy area. Just an inch from his reach... Stevens fingers move to the spot. Delicately rake the mulch away... uncovering... a TINY, STOPPERED GOURD-- tied by rotting leather-- to another... and another... three more... 10 more... DOZENS. Steven scoops up the ancient moldering SPIRIT BLANKET. Stares in awe at all the tiny gourds. Each one marked with a tiny pictograph-- 00020000036B0001DFB7365,STEVEN We found it... (he shouts up to the others) WE FOUND IT!! His eyes return to Moonwatcher. The skeletons eye sockets gaze at the Spirit Blanket. His bony hand extends a forefinger... pointing. Steven looks at the indicated place on the web of gourds. Sees the one marked with a tiny boy staring up at a crescent moon. STEVEN Moonwatcher. A sad little moan from the trapped skeleton. His hand strains to reach. Steven brings the blanket close, till Moonwatchers fingers finally grasp his own gourd. He yanks it-- The rotten leather cord SNAPPING-- freeing it from the others. He stares at it in his hand. Then tries to move his other hand in to help pull the stopper out. Straining. Keening in frustration against fates trap. Suddenly-- Stevens fingers are there. Just short of the gourds stopper. His eyes meet Moonwatchers empty sockets. 0002000003740001E31C36E,STEVEN Im sorry... Im so sorry this happened to you. Gus Me too. Moonwatcher stares at them a long moment. Then pushes the gourds stopper into Stevens fingers. A tear slides down Gus cheek. Steven steels himself for whatevers about to happen... STEVEN Goodbye... He pulls the stopper from the gourd. Slowly... So slowly... Tips it over... Spilling out-- TENDRILS OF LIGHT. up above The EERIE BLUEISH GLOW from the hole causes Grace, Billy, Chad, and George to back away in fear... DOWN IN THE CAVE Steven and Gus stare, amazed, as the glowing ether swirls around Moonwatchers bones. Surrounding him in a spectral whirlwind. Which takes on HUMAN FORM. MOONWATCHER AS HE WAS IN LIFE. RADIATING LIGHT enough to illuminate the entire cavern. The young warrior spirit pulls himself free of his body. Stands. Looks at himself. Looks at Steven and Gus. Smiles. 0002000004030001E68A3FD,Then ROCKETS UP THROUGH THE OPENING of the cave-- IN THE FISSURE ABOVE Moonwatchers spirit whirls and corkscrews through the air, flying free. As George and Chad nearly wet their pants, the blazing ghost flies up to hover before Billy and Grace. His spectral hand rising up. Glowing fingertips brushing Billys cheek. Her eyes fill with tears. The ghost smiles at Grace. She smiles back. grACE Hi. Suddenly, Moonwatcher seems to sense something. He turns toward the fissures entrance. Then, with a last loving glance at Billy, he STREAKS AWAY. Arcing downward toward the river. Billy, Grace, Chad and George staring after him. Race to the edge and look down. Steven and Gus walk up behind them, push through their rank to gaze in wonder themselves. The light from below suddenly goes NOVA. They to shield their eyes and cringe back. A THUNDERCLAP booms through the valley. And a shooting star flies UP to the heavens-- Its light increasing till it WHITES OUT EVERYTHING... THEN FADING-- to REVEAL... 0002000002690001EA87263,NANA STANDING ALONE At the edge of the river. Gazing up at the stars. The others arrive behind her. BillY SMITH Nana? Nana My father came to me... He was kind and brave... strong and handsome... Just as I remembered him. Nana lowers her gaze to the Spirit Blanket in Stevens hands. Then gazes oward the source of the DRUMMING downriver. Looks back at the scouts. Nana Time for you... to make peace. loading back on the raft Billys dogs suddenly plant their feet and start BARKING and GROWLING at the flaming woods. bILLY SMITH Bones! Spock! Come! BARK BARK BARK! Chad turns and glares at Gus-- 0002000005BB0001ECEA5B5,cHAD Gus! Knock it off! That was funny like, once. guS What? I didnt do anything! cHAD Right! Then why are the dogs going n-n-n-nAAAAA! He turns white as a ghost. So does everyone else. Because-- SKELETAL SOLDIERS Are riding OUT OF THE FLAMES. The remnants of uniforms rotting on their bones. Arrows and tomahawks protruding from painful-looking places. The group bunches in a tight circle. A uniformed skeleton rides up to face them. The SHAFT OF AN ARROW protruding from his sternum. The COLONEL! Glaring at them with empty eye sockets. guS (squeaks) Th-these arent Indians..! STEVEN Of the 317 people killed in the massacre, 21 were U.S. Soldiers. And of those 21... most were never found. grace But what are they doing here? Their souls arent trapped in the Spirit Blanket! bILLY SMITH They died inside the Spirit Border the same time as the tribe... their spirits are locked to the earth along with our ancestors..! Chad How do you know that??? bILLY SMITH I dont! Steven looks at her. bILLY SMITH Thats just what Id write if this happened in one of my books! Itll have to do, because the time for explanations is over. The Colonel leans forward on his mount. Still encrusted with mud and slime from his long dirtnap. A big, icky BUG crawls out of his nasal cavity as he sizes up the uniformed scouts. Settling his gaze on the pants-less Chad. His voice sounds like something from... well, from beyond the grave basically. 0002000003780001F29F372,coLONEL Youre out of uniform, soldier. cHAD (blinks) ... Uh... The Colonel looks at George. coLONEL And you... George salutes. Rattling his tire chains. gEORGE The boy lost his pants in battle sir. And as you can see-- (indicates his bandaged head) -- I was gravely wounded as well. STEVEN (whispers) George- whatre you doing? gEORGE (whispers back) Hes on our side, Steven! Hes gonna help us beat the Indians! cHAD What do you mean beat them? Theyre dead! They got nothing to lose! George grabs the Spirit Blanket from Steven. gEORGE Sir. My men and I have recovered something which should prove useful in your war against the Ittawa-- colONEL -- the tribes Spirit Blanket! STEVEN You... you know about the Spirit Blanket? COLONEL Yes. I became aware of its existence shortly after my... heroic sacrifice. And Ive been looking for it for a very, very, long time. 0002000006050001F6115FF,sTEVEN What for? Its not gonna do you any good. colonel Perhaps not. But if I have to remain on Earth forever like this... why should those savages be allowed to pass on to their pagan Happy Hunting Ground? Grace pushes to the fore. GrACE Savages? They were my people. And you murdered them! The Colonel would raise an eyebrow, if he still had one. Instead he raises his mud-encrusted PISTOL. colonel Apparently... not all of them. BLAM! The ancient firearm explodes in his hand. VAPORIZING it up to his humerus. Everyone is STUNNED. Grace uses that moment to GRAB THE SPIRIT BLANKET from George and take off into the woods. colONEL Stop her! Shoot that savage! The other four skeletal soldiers eye the Colonels stump. Look dubiously at their guns. SPANG! A silver HUBCAP flies in and DECAPITATES the Colonel. He tumbles out of his saddle. Steven turns and looks at Gus, but the smaller boy is STILL WEARING HIS HUBCAP on his head. nana points a tire iron at the Colonel. Standing next to her Pontiac. nANA Thats right! And theres more where that came from! Thats my great great great granddaughter youre talking about! steven SEIZES the moment and jumps on the Colonels steed. He gallops after Grace. The Colonels body grope for his skull on the ground. colONELs skull Confound it, you cowards! After then! That they can do. The other dead soldiers spur their mounts. Galloping after the fleeing boy scout. Leaving the living to glare at George. gEORGE What?? I have a very serious head injury, here! 0002000001DD0001FC101D7,grace runs through the woods with the Spirit Blanket. A galloping skeleton bearing down on her. Its Steven. He RIDES UP ALONGSIDE her on the back of the Colonels mount. Holding out his arms. STEVEN Grace! Get on! He scoops her up behind him. They GALLOP AWAY. The cavalrymen in hot pursuit. meanwhile, the colonel screws his head on. Leaps to his feet. Another cavalryman thunders up. The Colonel leaps onto the horse behind the rider. They join the CHASE. 0002000003820001FDE737C,STEVEN spurs his mount Speeding through the darkness. Branches whizzing past. The air filled with SMOKE. Grace clinging to his waist. The Spirit Blanket between them. their pursuers Professional horsemen in another life, slowly close the gap. STEVEN on horseback strains to look ahead. Searching for their salvation... a line of stones that extends in a wide circle through the forest. And theyre coming around the final turn. Heading into the stretch. Looks like its gonna be a PHOTO FINISH... STEVEN and grace riding suddenly finds themselves AIRBORNE as their ride DISINTEGRATES in a cloud of dust beneath them. POOF! They hit the ground. Rolling and tumbling into some bushes. The Spirit Blanket goes FLYING... Landing draped across a TREE BRANCH... here comes the cavalry Three dead soldiers riding hard for the FINISH LINE-- POOF POOF POOF! Theyre just billowing ashes. 00020000037E00020163378,bringing up the rear The Colonels eyes would widen if he had any. coLONEL NOOOOO!!! Stop!!! Whoaaaaa!!! The rider PULLS BACK THE REIGNS. the dead horse DECELERATES as it bears down on the SPIRIT BORDER. Its front hooves coming to a stop at ITS VERY EDGE... sitting on its back the Colonel heaves a sigh of relief. That was close! THUMP! Something lands on the ground on the opposite side of the Spirit Border. A juicy, delicious APPLE... The skeletal equine whinnies-- spotting the treat. Hey, it hasnt eaten in over 134 years..! It STEPS ACROSS the Spirit Border. And starts to DISINTEGRATE. From FRONT TO BACK. Bones turning into dust. Horse... RIDER... and SECOND rider... coLONEL NOOOOOO-- ! POOF. Gone. Over. Steven emerges from the bushes. Picks up the uneaten apple. Turns and looks at Grace in surprise. She grins. grACE Who says you cant beat a dead horse? 00020000042C000204DB426,a flaming knife blazes in front of Stus face as the dead Ittawa Chief closes in. He raises the knife to strike. The boy screws his eyes shut. Waiting for the inevitable. Suddenly... THE CHANTING-- THE DRUMS-- EVERYTHING goes SILENT. Stu opens his eyes. The Chief, his jaw hanging open, drops the knife. The other skeletons stare in wonder at something beyond the boys. Stu, Dexter, and Butch strain to look behind them-- And now THEYRE GAPING TOO. Because... OUT ON THE LAKE-- Something is emerging from the mist... A 1939 PONTIAC DELUXE 8 CONVERTIBLE. Driven by a skeletal old lady. And manned by a handful of muddy, burr-encrusted adolescents and a six-foot tall earless bunny rabbit with tire chains on his head. Steven gets to his feet. Holding the SPIRIT BLANKET HIGH for all to see. And as he drifts closer... he begins to smile. black smoke billows high into the night sky as towering flames consume wooded acreage. VROOOM! A twin engine, PBY Catalina drops out of the clouds. Disgorging magenta trails of fire retardant in its wake. 0002000001E6000209011E0,inside the cockpit The PILOT scans the horizon as he banks into a turn. IN THE DISTANCE: bluish white streaks of light launch from the woods, into the heavens. in the village Cut loose from their bonds, Dexter, Stu and Butch band together with Steven, Grace, Billy, Chad and Gus to stare in awe toward the sky. Lights flicker across their faces. Butch turns as someone taps him on the back. nANA You got a cigarette? Butch blinks. Then reaches into a pocket for his smokes. 00020000038D00020AE1387,buTCH Here. Take the whole pack. I just quit. the scouts stare in amazement as the glowing Ittawa say goodbye to each other... and this world. Steven looks at Grace. She sizes him up. grACE Well... no one can say you dont walk your talk. sTEVEN Like I tried to tell you before. I really am interested. grACE Me too. She kisses him. gus grimaces and turns away in disgust. Suddenly notices... over by the lake The raft and the Pontiac are gone. gus (looks around) Hey. Wheres dad? cHAD (disgust) Probably on his way to Mexico by now. GEORGES LINCOLN NAVIGATOR Sits crumpled against the tree Butch ran into. RRRRRrrrRRRRrrRRRRr--- RRRRrrrrRRRrRRRRrrr-- Someones trying to start it up. behind the wheel George, utterly insane now, literally WILLS the engine to life. It finally catches. George glances over his shoulder at the bulging tarp-covered mass in the back. He CACKLES gleefully. 00020000032200020E6831C,the next morning A line of tired but victorious FIREFIGHTERS trudge back to their base camp NEAR BILLY SMITHS CABIN. butch and dexter are slumped side by side on a log bench. Looking like theyve walked through hell together. Dexter SIGHS. buTCH What? dEXTER I lost my bat. Butch stares at him a long moment. buTCH Yeah. But you found your balls. a long line of firefighters wait for one of the PORT OPOTTIES to become available. At the end of the line, a distressed looking Stu casts a glance to the NEARBY WOODS... in the woods Stus pants fall to his ankles. The boy hunkers over. Blessed relief on his face. He cracks open an issue of THE INCREDIBLE HULK. SKRITCH! Something rustles in the bush. Stu slowly LOWERS HIS COMIC BOOK. An enormous BEAR is mere inches from his face... 0002000006200002118461A,Stu utters a derisive SNORT. Raising his comic book again. Dissed, the bear ROARS..! stu (behind the comic book) Yeah, right. Like you dont do it too. the sheriff is talking with Chad and Gus over by his 4 wheel drive. the sheriff Okay, and your address? cHAD You want our moms or our dads? tHE SHERIFF Whos got custody? Chad and Gus look at each other. Enormous grins slowly spread across their faces. chad and gus MOM! They give each other high fives. billy walks through the crowd A nervous look on her face. Searching for something. She freezes. A tuft of WHITE HAIR is visible over some bushes on the other side of the property. pushing through the bushes she sees her great great grandmother standing on the edge of the hilltop. Staring out into the distance bILLY SMITH Nana! The dead old woman turns as Billy comes running. nana What? You look like youve just seen a ghost. bILLY SMITH Youre standing on the wrong side of the Spirit Border! Nana glances down at the line of stones. Then exhales a cloud of smoke. nANA Spirit Border, schmeerit border. Im a Methodist. bILLY SMITH But..! nANA With the tribe gone, theres no one left to believe in all this. bILLY SMITH Theres me. sTEVENs VOICE And me. He and Grace walk up to join them. grACE And me. Suddenly everyone has the same awful thought. nANA Uh oh! And-- nothing happens. Nana looks down. She still exists. naNA Huh. Whattaya know. Looks like somebodys gonna have to make more Indians. She gently elbows Steven. Everyones jaw drops. Nana pats Billy on the cheek. 00020000033D0002179E337,nANA It was good to see how well you turned out, little girl. bILLY SMITH So... whatre you going to do now? NANA Two words, cupcake: LAS VEGAS! You could knock Billy over with a feather. Nana shimmies in her orthopedic shoes into the forest, heading in the general direction of Nevada. nANA (singing) Bright light city gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire... Steven, Grace and Billy finally turn and gaze out over the scenic valley. Far below, the restored ITTAWA VILLAGE basks in its first sunrise in 134 years... sTEVEN Is that pretty much what you had in mind? bILLY SMITH No. Steven and Grace look at her. bILLY SMITH Its better. sTEVEN Glad we could help. Billy laughs. Gives him a warm look. Heads back for the cabin. bILLY SMITH Speaking of help... that cabin could use a little tidying up, Grace. 00020000034000021AD533A,grACE In a minute, mom. She turns back to Steven. They dont know what to say. Steven suddenly thinks of something. sTEVEN Oh wait, I forgot. He pulls off the Dream Catcher from around his neck and hands it to Grace. sTEVEN This belongs to you. Grace, clearly moved, turns it over in her hands. She holds it up and looks through it. Her expression turns to awe. grACE Steven, look! He moves in close. His own eyes WIDENING. in the center of the dream catcher A shimmering image of THEMSELVES as SEEN FROM ABOVE. PUSH INTO THE IMAGE... you stare at the children you left behind on this Earth. They lower the Dream Catcher and stare up to find you. But that day will have to wait. Because youre leaving the world below. Farther and farther behind. Until its time to TURN. And soar into what awaits of you. 0002000006C100021E0F6BB,A heavenly realm of clouds. And suddenly... The manic conga intro to Elvis VIVA LAS VEGAS leads into the ROLLING CREDITS over... nana in las vegas - checks out the volcano in front of the Mirage. Not a single person noticing her skeletal appearance. - she loads up at the Caesars Palace buffet. - arrives next to a line of chain smoking old ladies playing slot machines. Dumps in a quarter and yanks down a lever. It recoils back up TAKING HER ARM with it. - she rides the roller coaster atop the Stratosphere. - takes in the Blue Man Group. - gets married in the Lucky Chapel to a 90 year old, high-rolling geriatric. After all, she digs younger men. - then the two of them are serenaded by an Elvis impersonator singing the very last bars of VIVA LAS VEGAS... And then finally... For those smart enough to keep their seats till the Dolby logo goes by, a LITTLE BONUS... georges LINCOLN NAVIGATOR Barrels down the highway-- Trailing smoke-- Engine RATTLING-- Front end shuddering on bent wobbling wheels. BADABUMP!! The vehicle races across THE SPIRIT BORDER-- behind the wheel George LAUGHS and HOOTS in triumph, banging the dashboard. George I WIN! I WIN! I WIN! IM A FREE MAN-- I GOT A TANK FULL OF GAS AND TRUCK FULL OF PRICELESS, ILLEGAL ARTIFACTS! IM ON MY WAY TO FAT CITY!! WOO HOOOO!!! Voice from the back Actually... Someone sticks a pistol into the back of Georges head. Voice from the back We was thinking more like... Mexico. George looks in the rear-view mirror-- a SKULL with a CAVALRY HAT grins back at him. His COMMRADES throw back the tarp theyve been hiding under-- And LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH! the navigator speeds off toward the horizon. George SCREAMING all the way. ******* 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