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COLD SNAP written by Brett Gilwee He was cleaning fish by the lake shore about five o'clock in the evening, an hour, that is, before the search party returned, when he saw this shadow of the guide picking its way weakly into camp. In advance of him, he declares, came the faint whiff of a certain singular odour. That same instant old Punk started for home. He covered the entire journey of three days as only Indian blood could have covered it. The terror of a whole race drove him. Algernon Blackwood - "The Wendigo" (1910) "COLD SNAP" BLACK SCREEN: The sound of HOWLING WINDS slowly build and begin to assault our ears. We hear a faint DRAGGING sound under the layers of winds -- a body slowly dragging itself across the unmistakable earth of rock, twig, and packed snow. The DRAGGING stops and we hear the MUFFLED WHIMPERING of a YOUNG GIRL for the first time. We associate the unique distress in her crying with only one emotion: absolute terror. FADE IN: INT. CRAWLSPACE UNDER AN OLD CABIN -- NIGHT We open on an EXTREME CLOSE UP of the YOUNG GIRL'S face -- -- dirty and smeared with blood. The tracks of her tears run down her cheeks through the mess. Her eyes dart back and forth like a cornered animal. She is trembling. Under the filth, we can see that she is of a dark complexion and has black hair -- features common of Native North American Peoples. She looks no older than (13). CRASH. There is a sound of WOOD SPLITTING and a heavy THUD. The young girl's eyes go wide with fright. The slivers of light that spill through cracks in the hardwood floor above her are suddenly blocked by something entering the front room of the cabin -- something massive. A guttural GROWL is accompanied by heavy FOOTSTEPS across the cabin floor. The young girl covers her mouth but can't prevent the shivering that has possessed her freezing body. The massive thing above her begins to SNIFF across the hardwood floors -- searching. It is a strong and desperate sound, like from the snout of a starving bear. The SNIFFING gets closer to the young girl's hiding place under the floor. It builds and builds until we feel it is directly over us. The girl closes her eyes tight -- the tension is unbearable. Finally, it is broken by the sound of clothes RIPPING and a massive CRUNCH, followed by an awful sound of flesh TEARING from bone. Suddenly, steaming warm blood spills through the cracks in the hardwood floor and pours on to the young girl's face. She can do nothing but remain perfectly still but inside she is screaming. There is a THUD as the thing's "meal" is finally dropped on to the floor. It's massive FOOTSTEPS move across the room above the young girl and fade away into the night. The outside winds continue to HOWL through the smashed doorway. The terrified girl wipes away the fresh blood pooling on her cheeks and slowly drags herself across the snow to the opposite end of the crawlspace. She waits a moment and listens -- nothing -- only the HOWLING WINDS and CREAKING TREES from outside. Slowly, she begins to push up a trap-door above her. She raises the door only an inch and looks from left to right across the cabin's hardwood floor -- suddenly finding herself face to face with the wide-eyed stare of a fresh corpse. Her BROTHER'S eyes stare back at her like giant moons. His neck is twisted at a horrible angle. Blood runs freely from the corner of his mouth and nose through the floor. The young girl's whimpering starts again but she manages to choke back her tears and begins to squeeze herself through the trap-door opening. INT. OLD CABIN, FRONT ROOM It is a scene of horrible carnage. Blood is everywhere. The girl's brother's twisted body lies next to a rifle and her FATHER, or what's left of him, lies in pieces around the room. His abused torso has been disemboweled -- exposed bone and half-eaten flesh litter the floor. A dirty rug in the corner of the room rises and the young girl slips out from the trap-door underneath and crawls across the floor. We see now, for the first time, that she is bare-footed and dressed in a long flannel slumber shirt. Her hands slip in fresh pools of blood as she stands up and replaces the rug over the entrance to her hiding place. Frozen shock is all her body is capable of as she surveys the scene. Her father's remaining right leg looks half-eaten under his shredded jeans and a major exposed and torn artery continues to pump out the last of his fluids. YOUNG GIRL Daddy? No answer. The girl begins to cry again which quickly intensifies into an uncontrollable sob. Her body shakes. Suddenly, a GUTTURAL SHRIEK comes out of the woods. A VOICE Reeeaaaaaccckkk! It is a horrible, almost human, cry that sends ice-cold shivers down the young girl's spine who suddenly realizes she has given herself away. The girl covers her mouth and races out the front door of the cabin into the snow-covered wilderness outside. EXT. DARK WOODS OUTSIDE CABIN, SOMEWHERE IN THE CANADIAN WILD The girl races down a pathway where the snow is packed from heavy foot traffic. She is almost hysterical now with fear -- she pants like a woman possessed. A VOICE Reeeeaaccccckkk! The cry seems closer now -- ECHOING among the trees. The girl spins around but finds nothing in the dark woods that close in around her. Her cabin is now only a pin-prick of light deep in the woods. The girl spins back around and continues running down the packed snow path. A VOICE (CONT'D) Reeeeaaccckkk! Closer now. The girl spins around and around. Is the thing in front of her? Behind? In her hysteria she becomes disoriented and pushes off the path into the woods -- struggling through a waist-high snowdrift. The girl begins to slow down considerably as she wades through the snow and her limbs begin to freeze up. A GROWLING now seems to grow louder behind her but she keeps fighting forward -- distraught and terrified. YOUNG GIRL (crying) Why are you doing this?! Why are you doing this to me?! Just stop! Her only answer is another guttural GROWL. The limbs of trees SNAP somewhere in the dark behind her. YOUNG GIRL (CONT'D) Stop, please! The girl takes another step and falls forward in the deep snowdrift. She looks down at her bare feet -- frozen blue and unresponsive. For a moment, it seems she is perfectly safe and hidden. The snowdrift around her provides a little sanctuary. Only the treetops and the stars above can be seen from her hole in the ground. The girl muffles her crying. Her face is already turning blue and pasty. Her black hair is now matted with an icicle like sheen. The massive FOOTSTEPS of the thing CRUNCHES through the snow behind her. Her teeth CHATTER and her body TREMBLES as she pulls her knees to her chest and tries to remain perfectly still. Silence. The cold winds HOWL through the trees above. Suddenly, the girl's body is lifted off-screen. There is a SCREAM followed by a loud CRUNCH. Blood splatters across fresh snow like a Jackson Pollock. Her lifeless body is dropped on to the earth and we see that her throat has been ripped clean out. Her head remains attached only by shards of a spinal cord and a few veins. Her eyes remain frozen in wide terror. We contemplate this brutal image for a beat and then the girl's body is dragged away off-screen, leaving a trail of red smear across the snow. And just like that, the terror is gone and once again, the trees are left alone in peace. The wind HOWLS. DISSOLVE TO: INT. ROADHOUSE BAR, UPSTATE NEW YORK -- NIGHT Behind the good 'ole boy bar is an American flag fastened to a Harley Davidson mirror. Tanned girls in bikinis stare coyly back at us in Michelob, Bud Light, and Corona posters. INSERT TITLE: Two Weeks Later Mounted from the ceiling below a web of cheap Christmas lights, a TV set blares the local nightly news in-between sports scores. NEWSWOMAN (on TV set) Authorities and Park Rangers in Canada have now officially called off their search for Emily Ehrstrom... A photo of the young girl in the previous scene is shown on screen as two ugly LOCALS, in grimy trucker hats, get up from their stools and make their way down the length of the bar toward two TEENAGE GIRLS seated at the elbow. One of the girls, PORTER (19), watches the newscast with concern. Her friend, CHRISTINE (also 19), seems distracted with something else. NEWSWOMAN (CONT'D) (on TV set) ...the young girl who went missing after the brutal Grizzly attack that took the lives of her older brother and father at their cabin just northeast of Ottawa. Their deaths marked the second attack this winter in what Canadian Park Rangers speculate is the work of starving bears, whose food supply has been greatly diminished due to current climate changes. A newsroom graphic that reads: "freezing temperatures", replaces the photo. NEWSWOMAN (CONT'D) (on TV set) Search and rescue teams and volunteers abandoned their efforts earlier today due, in part, to a record breaking cold front that is now making its way across the lakes and will, most likely, paralyze the region for the next few days. To continue, one Ranger said, "would be extremely dangerous and an exercise in futility." Christine and Porter look out of place here with their healthy complexions and salon styled hairdos. Porter is a natural beauty while Christine goes for the smoky eyes look -- her whole get-up is something of a mega-mall Jessica Simpson knock-off, in fact. Both of the girls are not drinking. Porter looks positively uncomfortable in this dive establishment. As the newscast continues with a weather report in the background, we follow Porter's gaze toward her boyfriend, JARED (22). A Lance Corporal, Jared sports the typical white-wall haircut of a U.S. Marine. Porter watches him with concern as he drinks a beer and plays a sports trivia game in a far corner of the bar. The two locals saddle up next to the two girls. One twirls a toothpick in his teeth. Christine, annoyed, narrows her gaze. LOCAL #1 Hi'ya doin' ladies? Let me buy you two starlets a drink. What'd'ya have? Christine, whose attention is obviously somewhere else, keeps staring past the two men. She waves them off without even a look. CHRISTINE (southern accent) Go git, loser. LOCAL #1 What did you call me? Christine ignores him. LOCAL #1 (CONT'D) Hey, I'm talkin' to you, girly. Christine finally shifts her eyes toward the angry local and burns a bitchy look at him while making an "L" with her thumb and index finger. The other local pulls his friend by the sleeve and drags him back down the bar. LOCAL #2 C'mon, George. George turns to the BARTENDER who watches the two with amusement. LOCAL #1 Since when did your bar go Lesbo, Phil? We follow Christine's gaze out toward the tables and toward her own boyfriend, TOMMY (21), who plays pool against a pretty local woman in a flannel shirt and jeans. We will soon come to know her as ADELE (27). Christine's smoky eyes narrow again, she is clearly pissed off. CHRISTINE (southern accent) Would you look at him, Porter. What a little shit. Porter shifts in her bar stool. She appears uncomfortable to the whole situation. PORTER (southern accent) Christine, we've come all this way. We had to meet her, ya know. Christine keeps her eyes focused on her boyfriend like a hawk. CHRISTINE Well, Tommy never said anything about a "her". Sneaky shit. ON TOMMY: Christine looks on in the background as Tommy carefully lines up a shot into the corner pocket. Tommy looks up from his cue and gives Adele a playful wink and a coy grin before slamming the nine ball home. ON CHRISTINE AND PORTER: CHRISTINE (CONT'D) There, you see? He's flirtin', the bastard. Now Tommy, indeed, seems engrossed in Adele -- he chats her up while passing her the pool stick. Both their hands linger for a moment on the cue -- fingers caress. Christine fumes. Porter groans. PORTER Calm down, Christine, they're only talkin'. Tommy glances back at his evil-eyed girlfriend at the bar and quickly returns to playing the straight man, realizing he's been caught. CHRISTINE (incredulous) Right. ON TOMMY AND ADELE: After a final shot, Tommy steps over to the bar. In the foreground, Adele counts a handful of bills under the pool table. BACK TO THE BAR: Christine is still stewing as Tommy approaches. TOMMY (southern acccent) What? Christine folds her arms in disgust. CHRISTINE You know what. Jared approaches Tommy. He has a serious business-like look on his face, although, he pretty much always does. JARED (southern accent) Well, how'd it go? Tommy glances back toward Adele who waits by the pool tables. TOMMY (to all) We're on. She's got a car that will take us the rest of the way. This news seems to brighten up Christine's mood a bit. CHRISTINE Good. I'm not ridin' on any more buses. It's so trashy. TOMMY (to Jared) Finish up. We meet out back in five. Jared gulps down the last of his beer and moves off toward the bathrooms. JARED I need to use the head first. I'll meet y'all outside. ON ADELE: Adele watches Jared with interest as he crosses past the pool tables. He is a bit rigid in his soldier like way, but tall and handsome, none the less. The rest of the group move off toward the bar's exit. Adele racks her pool cue and follows Jared into the Men's Room. INT. ROADHOUSE BAR, MEN'S ROOM Jared is busy relieving himself at the john as Adele sneaks into the bathroom. They are alone. She quietly closes the door behind her, tip-toes across the floor, and "dead-legs" the back of Jared's knee -- making him nearly piss on himself. JARED Hey! What's wrong with you? Adele laughs and leans coyly up against the bathroom sink. ADELE (seductively) Hi. I'm Adele. Jared zips up his fly and flushes. JARED I know. The French "Canuck". We spoke on e-mail. Adele slides across the sink a few inches so that Jared can wash his hands. Her proximity makes him uncomfortable. ADELE So that was you? Jared nods. ADELE (CONT'D) Hmm. I knew it. Those passages couldn't have been written by your friend Tommy out there. He's a charmer, but... not a whole lot going on upstairs, if you know what I mean. Jared gives her a look and tries to move off toward the doorway but Adele jumps up and blocks his path, still being catty with him. Jared, annoyed, looks her over suspiciously. JARED What do you want? ADELE I have what I want. But I'm curious... (suddenly intense) ...how does it feel to abandon your country when you're at war? Adele's unexpected shift is like a blade thrust into Jared's heart. If she wanted to get under his skin -- she just succeeded. Jared's eyes narrow. JARED It's not my war, and I have other people to think about. ADELE (coy again) Yea, I noticed, she's pretty. Adele's eyes grow intense once more. They probe over Jared like a hunter's. ADELE (CONT'D) But what about your fellow soldiers? Won't you be leaving your friends over there to go on without you? Jared explodes -- he seizes Adele's shirt collar and pins her up against the bathroom wall. He seethes at her through gritted teeth. JARED Lady, you have no idea what kind of discipline and strength of character it takes to soldier in the Marine Corp. Who do you think you are judgin' me? Adele just laughs at him, not the least bit intimidated. ADELE Well, I admit to you freely that I flunk badly in way of character, but... She grabs Jared's hands, squeezing hard, and slowly removes them from her shirt with an extraordinary surprising strength. Jared winces as his hands turn red. ADELE (CONT'D) (evil now) ...I am stronger than you can ever imagine. Adele pushes Jared away from her in disgust just as a local hick enters the bathroom. He looks confused as this woman in the men's room blows past him and out to the bar. As the man finds himself an empty toilet stall, Jared leans on to the bathroom wall, remembering... FLASHBACK TO: INT. SOLDIER BAR, NORTH CAROLINA -- NIGHT God and country western music blares from an old jukebox in the corner. Tommy, Jared, and three other MARINES in civies, are poured a round of shots of cheap Kentucky whiskey. The boys are drunk -- it seems to be the end of a long night. A Marine puts his hand on Tommy's shoulder, swaying back and forth, and raises his shot glass. MARINE FRIEND #1 (to Tommy) To the best fuckin' Hum-Vee driver this side of... of... oh, fuck it, kill some hajis for us and don't stop for nuthin'! MARINE FRIEND #2 (to Tommy and Jared) Yea, good luck in the sandbox, assholes. MARINE FRIEND #3 (to Tommy) Happy twenty-one, old man. The boys clink glasses and knock back their shots -- all of them grimacing with that horrible whiskey face. TOMMY (to all) One more. I'm buyin' this time. Jared sets his glass down and looks over to his brother, WALLY (28), seated at a table by himself and smoking. Jared walks over and sits down opposite him. Wally does not look amused, in fact, he looks down right depressed -- the weight of the world on his mind. JARED You want another drink, Wally? Wally picks up an empty bottle in front of him, contemplates it, sets it down and shakes his head. He inhales his cigarette deeply as he looks over his younger brother. WALLY (southern accent) I don't know what yur doin'. JARED What? WALLY What do you think yur gonna do over there? Hmm? Ya think you'll make any difference at all? Jared sobers up a bit, playing the tough Marine -- a family tradition. JARED I'm gonna serve my country. Just like you and Pa did. WALLY Serve? Ya serve the interests of a bunch of arm chair politicians is what ya serve. I can't believe after everything I've told you, yur still bearin' ta ship out. Christ. Jared watches his brother light another cigarette. He see's a defeated man before him -- cheated of life. WALLY (CONT'D) Gettin' killed? That's not even the worst of it. You wanna end up like Hank? In a wheelchair and in operations for the rest of yur life? (beat) The doctors say he'll never have any more kids, but that don't make no difference no how, 'cause that boy's face ain't ever gonna be right. Jared's armor begins to loosen as his brother's intensity sinks in -- parting knowledge from a man who knows. WALLY (CONT'D) There's nuthin' you or I, or anyone can do to stop them folks from killin' each other. Shit. To this day, I don't know what I was doin' over there. Stop loss? (shakes his head) I'd never go back. Never. (beat) Maybe you should think about that girlfriend of yours, 'cause there ain't nuthin' more important on this earth than bein' a father. Hank knows that now, but he had to learn it the hard way. Wally stubs out the last of his cigarette and gets up from the table. Jared is almost near tears, he is so conflicted. WALLY (CONT'D) Tell Tommy happy birthday for me. Jared watches Wally exit and turns to Tommy seated on a stool at the bar. Tommy sips a beer and nods to Jared -- understanding his pain. INT. MARINE BARRACKS, CAMP LEJEUNE, NORTH CAROLINA -- DAY Jared is alone. Rows of empty and neat bunk-beds surround him. He finishes packing away a pile of civilian clothes into an olive green duffel bag. His look is grim. He straightens the bedding on his own bunk, as every soldier does, to a perfect tight fit, and then fastens a padlock on his foot locker for the very last time. The top of the locker reads: LCpl Hollands Jared takes in the lonely scene for a moment. MARINES can be heard beyond the windows conducting DRILL. Finally, he straightens himself up, picks up his duffel, and walks out. INT. BARRACKS, HALLWAY A group of young marines are standing in line waiting for their turn at a pay-phone. A frustrated SCRAWNY MARINE is currently on the phone -- he tries to shield his call from three other BULLY MARINES who are growing impatient. SCRAWNY MARINE (into phone) No. No, I won't be making it home for Christmas. It is my job, ma. BULLY MARINE #1 Hurry up, scum-fuck! The scrawny kid covers his hand over the receiver and turns to the others. SCRAWNY MARINE Do y'all mind? I'm on the phone with my ma. BULLY MARINE #2 Get off the phone, doucher. The scrawny kid continues with his call as Jared appears in the hallway. SCRAWNY MARINE (into phone) Yea, I'm here. The first marine tries to yell into the receiver over the poor kid's conversation. BULLY MARINE #1 Your son takes it up the ass, Mrs. Bergman! The scrawny kid lets out a long breath, exasperated. SCRAWNY MARINE (into phone) Nah, it's just a few of the guys from my unit, ma... The second marine flicks the back of the kid's ear while he attempts to swat him away. The kid scowls at him. SCRAWNY MARINE (CONT'D) (into phone, a double meaning) ...really, there's no one I would rather go to war with. The marine picks up on the sly-joke and blows the kid a kiss. Jared passes the group trying his best to look inconspicuous but one of them hollers out to him. BULLY MARINE #2 Hey, Hollands. You goin' to chow with us? Jared stops and looks back at the young marine. He searches for the appropriate words for a beat. JARED No. I have to take care of some business with my girl before tomorrow. BULLY MARINE #2 (juvenile excitement) I hear that, sir. I have to take care of a little business of my own, if you know what I mean. The marine playfully punches the scrawny kid in the kidney who flinches. BULLY MARINE #2 (CONT'D) If the douche here ever gets off the phone. Jared forces a smile for him. JARED See y'all tomorrow then. BULLY MARINE #2 Ooh-rah, sir. We are going to kick some ass. JARED (half-hearted) Ooh-rah. Jared turns and continues down the hallway as the marine playfully punches the kid on the phone again. EXT. BUS STATION, ON A DESOLATE PART OF HIGHWAY 17 -- DAY Jared's cute girlfriend, Porter, is seated on a bus bench next to some luggage at an outdoor station. She appears anxious as she chews on her nails and pushes a pebble around in the dirt with her feet. After a few moments, Porter looks up and spots Jared walking down the road toward her -- his duffel slung over his shoulder. She jumps up from the bench and runs to him, throwing her arms around his neck. They kiss. JARED You came. Porter hugs him tighter. PORTER Of course I did. I love you. Whatever you decide... I understand. JARED What about school? PORTER I told you, Bob Jones University isn't goin' anywhere. I've been thinkin' about what you said, and you're right. Our family should come first, always. (beat) I've pledged myself to you, Jared, I'm not gonna leave you. Tears almost well up in Jared's eyes. He hugs her and kisses her again. A Greyhound bus approaches their stop. Raleigh is in its final destination window. JARED Come on. We're meetin' Tommy in three hours. We don't have much time. Jared walks with Porter back to the bus stop. The bus comes to a halt and opens its doors. Jared quickly helps load Porter's bags before they board. The bus pulls out on to the highway in a cloud of dust. (END FLASHBACK) BACK TO: EXT. BACK LOT, ROADHOUSE BAR -- NIGHT Tommy and the three girls are already waiting at Adele's car, a 4WD Subaru, when Jared approaches. It is a cold December night out -- Porter and Christine stamp their feet on the gravel to keep warm. Jared helps Tommy pack the last of all their luggage into Adele's trunk. ADELE (to the boys) All set? Jared nods and looks over at Adele suspiciously. She seems to be letting on as if their conversation in the men's room had never existed. Porter senses something is wrong. TOMMY Yea, that's the last of it. Let's get a move on. Everyone climbs into the car -- Adele in the driver's seat -- Tommy in the passenger's. INT. ADELE'S CAR Adele starts up the engine and cranks up the car's heater. The girls shiver in back. Adele lights up a cigarette as she waits for the car to warm up and the windshield to defrost. TOMMY (cupping his hands for warmth) What's your plan? ADELE No plan. Tommy shoots her a confused look. ADELE (CONT'D) We're not driving up to North Korea, you know. This is my car, it's registered in my name. It's got Canadian tags. They have no reason to be suspicious. Adele puts the car into gear and pulls out of the lot and on to a secondary highway. Tommy doesn't seem so sure about this. TOMMY (incredulous) Okay. ADELE Relax. Canadians drive back and forth across the border all the time. Most people come down to fill up their tanks or buy cigarettes. It's no big deal. Tommy turns and looks over everyone squeezed into the back seat. He gives Jared a "whatever" shrug -- Jared does not look happy. EXT. CORNWALL BORDER CROSSING, UPSTATE NEW YORK / CANADIAN BORDER -- NIGHT Cars up ahead are cleared through the border crossing one by one by CANADIAN BORDER PATROL OFFICIALS. INT. ADELE'S CAR Adele pulls the car forward as she patiently waits for her turn on the road que -- she can sense everyone is growing nervous as they near the crossing. ADELE (to Tommy) Just be cool and trust me. Finally her turn, Adele pulls the car forward to a CANADIAN BORDER OFFICIAL. She rolls down her window and passes the man her Canadian driver's license. CLOSE UP on the I.D. : Adele Laroque / Quebec Province BORDER OFFICIAL I need everyone's identification, please. The passengers all shift in their seats nervously but Adele turns to the back and offers them a reassuring nod. As the others produce some form of I.D. and pass it forward, Jared reaches into his wallet and pulls out his U.S.M.C. military card. He thinks a moment and then quickly puts the military I.D. away and hands his North Carolina driver's license up to Adele. Adele collects the I.D. cards and hands them through the open window to the official who begins to validate them to the faces in the car. Christine bats her eyes at the man seductively. BORDER OFFICIAL (CONT'D) Where you all coming from? ADELE New York. We were just in the city for the weekend. BORDER OFFICIAL These your friends? ADELE Yea. American friends from school. BORDER OFFICIAL Mmm-hmm. The official flips to Adele's Canadian license. BORDER OFFICIAL (CONT'D) Any drugs or firearms in the car, Miss Laroque? ADELE No, sir. The official nods and moves around the car -- quickly inspecting it, looking into the windows, etc. He returns to the driver's side window and hands Adele back the I.D.'s. BORDER OFFICIAL Thank you, Miss Laroque. Welcome back. Adele takes the cards, rolls up her window, and pulls through the border crossing into Canada. For a long beat, everyone is absolutely quiet in the car. You could hear a pin drop as the border station becomes a faint light in Adele's rearview mirror. Suddenly, the Americans all burst out into cheers -- Tommy pumps his fist into the air. TOMMY Yea! Jared and Porter share a kiss in the backseat. Adele smirks as she lights up another cigarette -- their excitement is infectious. EXT. ROADWAY, CANADIAN WOODS -- LATER THAT NIGHT Adele's car climbs up a winding road that cuts through massive snowed-in trees which cover the landscape. Her car is the only one on the highway at this late hour. INT. ADELE'S CAR The car's radio plays Top 40 hits at a barely audible volume. The heater continues to blast in warm air. Adele smokes another cigarette, ashing through a bit crack in her window. She checks her rearview mirror and watches as Jared's eyes grow heavy. Soon, he becomes the last to doze off. Adele glances at Porter who sleeps peacefully in the back seat. She smiles an evil knowing smile to herself and continues to drive further up into the mountains. EXT. OLD ISOLATED CABIN, DEEP IN THE CANADIAN WILD -- LATER THAT NIGHT Adele's car pulls up a snow-packed driveway and comes to a stop in front of an old dark cabin hidden away in the woods among the trees and snowdrifts. The gang step out of the car, stretch their limbs, and begin to unload their luggage from the trunk. Christine looks over the old spooky place -- she is not impressed. CHRISTINE Wonderful. (to Adele) I just love what you've done with the place. Adele scowls at her as she unlocks the front door of the cabin -- the door CREAKS as she pushes it across a hardwood floor that has seen several weeks build-up of dust and grime. Tommy throws a massive bag to Christine who stands in the snow staring at the cabin -- arms akimbo. CHRISTINE (CONT'D) Ooomph. Christine, angry, looks back at the others who continue to unload the trunk. TOMMY (to Christine) Are you too busy to help out? Most of this shit is yours. Christine high-steps it through the snow toward them, frustrated. CHRISTINE Now I git why these losers spend hundreds of dollars to stay the night in an igloo. Porter gives Jared a look, annoyed. INT. CABIN, FRONT ROOM Everyone brings their things in as Adele checks the rooms and pulls a dusty sheet from a big coffee table made from local timber. ADELE (to all) This is Henri's place. He's in Ottawa City on business tonight but he should be here by tomorrow morning. There is an extra bedroom in the back, the rest of you will have to camp out on the floor. JARED (to Tommy and Christine) Y'all go ahead and take it, I have my bag with me. Tommy nods. TOMMY Thanks J., you won't see me argue with you on that. Tommy leads Christine into the back bedroom, pinching her ass on the way. Christine swats him away, still annoyed. CHRISTINE No T.V. TOMMY No radio. Guess we'll just have to entertain ourselves, huh? Jared begins to unroll an air mattress and pull a sleeping bag from his duffel. Adele yawns and walks toward the staircase. ADELE My room is right upstairs. If you need extra toilet paper, it's under the sink. JARED This guy you know, Henri, how good is he? ADELE The best. You'll see. He's bringing in his photography and printing gear tomorrow, and by this time tomorrow night, you all will be legal Canadian citizens, free to go and work wherever you want. Jared nods. Porter looks out the room's window with a concerned look as Adele heads up the stairs. PORTER Adele? ADELE (annoyed) Yes? PORTER Should we be concerned about any critters outside? ADELE Critters? PORTER You know, bears and such. ADELE All you have to be concerned with out here is the F.B.I.'s. There's a camp not too far from here. PORTER F.B.I.'s? ADELE Big Fuckin' Indians. Disgusting horrible people. They've been poisoning these parts for centuries. You got niggers, we've got F.B.I.'s. Porter and Jared share a look, obviously uncomfortable with Adele's views and language. Adele grins. ADELE (CONT'D) Night. Adele disappears upstairs. Porter tries to remain upbeat, forcing a smile for her boyfriend. She helps him prepare their bedding for the night. INT. CABIN, DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM -- LATER Christine and Porter are sharing the sink, brushing their teeth together. They are both dressed in long-johns and oversized T-shirts. They speak to one another via the mirror. PORTER Have you and Tommy spoken about gettin' married at all? CHRISTINE (spits) Marriage? I wouldn't marry that two timing scum-dog to save my life. This makes Porter uncomfortable. She chooses her words carefully. PORTER Just because... I know, y'all are... intimate, right? CHRISTINE (grins) You could call it that. PORTER I mean, it might be fine with you... but, it doesn't make it right with the Lord. As Porter leans over the sink to spit, Christine shoots her an evil disgusted look in the mirror. INT. CABIN, BACK BEDROOM Christine enters the bedroom and immediately notices herself in an old full-length mirror positioned in the corner of the room. Tommy, already in bed, groans as Christine stops to admire her cute round ass. TOMMY Baby, you're beautiful. Stop that and come to bed. Christine grins -- teasing him. CHRISTINE In a minute. INT. CABIN, DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM -- JUST THEN Porter locks the bathroom door, listens there a moment, and then begins to rummage through Christine's make-up bag. She frowns when she discovers Christine's birth control pills and some random colored condoms. Finally, she finds what she's after and pulls out an extra tampon from the bottom of the bag. As she crosses to the toilet, Porter catches her reflection in the mirror and stops -- feeling guilty. She quickly holds the tampon in her palms and says a silent prayer to herself. PORTER Amen. Porter smiles to herself, sits down on the toilet, and begins to unwrap the tampon -- feeling better. INT. CABIN, BACK BEDROOM Christine is still admiring her figure in the mirror. She pulls up her T-shirt and slowly pulls her long-john leggings down to get a better look at her bare butt. CHRISTINE That girl is one serious prude. When are those two just gonna shut up and fuck? TOMMY When they get hitched, I guess. I told you, Porter made one of them celibacy pledges, so I guess they're gonna wait. CHRISTINE Well, it makes them downright depressin' to be around. Tommy is getting all hot and bothered as Christine bends over a bit and sticks out her chest. TOMMY They're both bad news. We just have to put up with them 'til we get our passports, then we're fixin' for Montreal for some serious partying, babe. Christine now has her leggings completely off. Still in her socks, she admires her smooth tan legs now. Her thighs shiver. TOMMY (CONT'D) C'mon. Do a little show for Tom-Tom. CHRISTINE (crosses her arms) Like hell I will. It's fuckin' freezin' in here. She runs across the room and quickly gets under the covers -- snuggling next to her boyfriend. She soon finds a surprise under the blankets. She reaches down further, under the covers, grinning. CHRISTINE (CONT'D) I think your showgirl has found her circus tent. I wonder if anyone's inside? Tommy's head arches back -- his body goes rigid. Christine soon produces Tommy's boxer shorts above the covers and tosses them to the floor. Tommy grins as she disappears under the blankets. Tommy relaxes, waiting for ecstasy, when Christine suddenly reappears at his chin with an evil look on her face. She seizes his jaw, forcing his eyes to meet hers. CHRISTINE (CONT'D) If even one thought of that French bitch enters your mind, I'll bite your little Tom-Tom off. Tommy nods, of course. TOMMY It's all you, baby. You're my girl. Christine grins and disappears back under the covers. INT. CABIN, FRONT ROOM Porter and Jared are stretched out over Jared's air mattress, sharing his sleeping bag. Jared has his arms wrapped around her lovingly. Porter listens to the sounds of a CREAKING bed and Christine's MOANS coming from the back bedroom. CHRISTINE Do they have to be so noisy about it? Jared snuggles in closer to her. JARED Ignore 'em. (beat) After tomorrow they can go their own way. This seems to brighten Porter's mood a bit. Jared reaches up and kisses her forehead. They both shut their eyes and fall off to sleep. EXT./INT. CABIN -- LATER THAT NIGHT We look on at the exterior of the dark cabin as if from an omnipresent POV. A light wind HOWLS through the trees. Snowflakes blow across snowdrifts. All is deathly quiet. Our POV lingers for a few moments and then slowly circles around to the side of the cabin and circles back. We stare at the cabin's front entrance for a beat and then we PASS THROUGH the door and find ourselves in the front room with Jared and Porter, sound asleep and snuggled in their sleeping bag. Slowly, our POV quietly moves across the front room, down the hall, and THROUGH the back bedroom door. Christine and Tommy are fast asleep. Trees bend in the wind, ever so slightly, outside the bedroom window. A silent night. FLASH. Suddenly, a large black shape flies past the window outside in the snow. Christine instantly BOLTS upright in bed. She waits there a moment and cranes her head toward the window, trying to listen. She wipes the sleep from her eyes -- is she seeing things? Was it real? Tommy continues to snore lightly beside her. Uneasy, unable to sleep, she creeps out of bed and goes to the window. EXT. CABIN -- JUST THEN We see Christine peer out into the woods from our omnipresent POV. She sees nothing of interest out here -- all is still. INT. CABIN, BACK BEDROOM Chilled, Christine puts her long-johns back on and slips on her sneakers. She quietly crosses the bedroom and exits out into the hallway. INT. CABIN, FRONT ROOM Christine tip-toes out into the front room where Jared and Porter are still quietly sleeping. She stops for a moment, listening -- nothing but HOWLING winds outside. She crosses the room and peers out the front window -- again, nothing unusual. Unsatisfied, she gently unlocks the front door, slowly opens it a crack, and pokes her head outside. EXT. CABIN -- JUST THEN We see Christine at the front door from our omnipresent POV. Again, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary outside -- just woods, snow, and darkness. INT. CABIN, FRONT ROOM A slight wind blows cold air into the room from outdoors. Porter shivers and slowly comes awake -- her eyes groggy. PORTER (sleepy) What's wrong? Christine gently closes the door, forgetting to lock the bolt. CHRISTINE (whispers) I thought I heard somethin' outside. I guess it's nuthin'. PORTER (frightened) Is it a bear? CHRISTINE Nah. Probably just raccoons or somethin'. Porter appears relieved at this and falls back asleep, disinterested. As Christine tip-toes across the room, another black shape FLASHES past the front room window -- unseen by both girls. Christine continues to tip-toe back down the dark hallway, searching the walls for the bathroom door. INT. CABIN, BATHROOM Pitch black. The bathroom door opens from the hallway creating a sliver of grey light. There is a long moment of tension as Christine's hand searches for the light-switch in the dark. Finally, she finds it and throws it on. The bathroom is empty -- still, nothing unusual. Christine crosses the room, sits down on the toilet, and waits. EXT. WOODS OUTSIDE CABIN -- JUST THEN The light from the bathroom window can be seen through the gaps among dark snow-covered trees beyond -- like a beacon -- drawing in evil. INT. CABIN, FRONT ROOM Porter is still asleep. Her eyes dart back and forth under their lids as she dreams peacefully. Jared remains snuggled next to her in their sleeping bag. Suddenly, flickers of warm orange light dance across Porter's face from a source somewhere outside, beyond the window. We hear a faint CREAK O.S. A cold air blows into the room, giving Porter a chill and waking her. As Porter slowly comes to, she can't believe what stands in the open doorway in front of her: a six foot tall man dressed in head-to-toe combat pads -- like a "perpetrator" women would practice on in a self defense class. The man's face is blacked out by some kind of burned cork or charcoal. Behind him, lit torches seem to dance about among the trees outside, silhouetting the man in an eerie orange back-light. He hides something behind his back. Porter quickly rubs her eyes -- is it real? It is. They stare at one another for what seems like an eternity until the man reveals what he is hiding behind him: a giant axe. He rushes toward her. Porter's throat goes dry. She chokes as she tries to scream -- paralyzed by fear. All she can manage is a small whimper as the man stands above her and raises his axe. Porter instinctively puts her arm out to protect herself but it all happens too fast -- the axe swings through the air, catching itself into her arm and pinning it on to the hardwood floor. Finally, Porter SCREAMS -- a blood-curdling horrible scream. Jared's eyes pop open. He tries to move but one of his arms is trapped under his girlfriend and the other is deep inside the sleeping bag. He struggles as he tries to free himself from his self-imposed cocoon. JARED Porter! The man SLAMS his boot down on Porter's hand, pinning it to the floor, and again brings the axe down -- this time, severing her lower arm. Porter's eyes go wide -- unbelieving. She continues to SCREAM as Jared squirms in the sleeping bag, catching the zipper on the material. JARED (CONT'D) Help! Help! Jesus! Christine rushes out of the bathroom but is stopped cold when the axe-wielding man looks up at her with an evil gaze that seems to pierce into her very soul. She SCREAMS. The man quickly picks up Porter's severed arm and rushes out the front door -- leaving a blood trail across the floor. Finally free of the sleeping bag, Jared seizes Porter's upper arm -- the ripped veins in her stump pump out blood everywhere. JARED (CONT'D) Help! Help, me! Jared looks around, grabs his discarded T-shirt, and quickly wraps it on to what's left of Porter's arm. Tommy races into the front room, half-dressed, struggling to put his jeans on. The scene is horrible -- -- Christine has collapsed near the stairs, sobbing uncontrollably. Porter's eyes roll back as she begins to enter a state of shock. Blood is smeared all over the floors. TOMMY Jesus Christ! JARED Help me, Tommmy! Porter begins to mutter incoherently like a drunk -- already becoming detached. PORTER Dear god... oh god, Jesus... why is this happenin'...? EXT. CABIN -- JUST THEN The axe wielder walks down the front path slowly trailing Porter's severed arm across the snow, creating a blood trail that leads directly into the cabin. Satisfied, he drops the arm into a packed tire track -- Adele's car is nowhere to be seen. Points of orange flickering lights begin to multiply throughout the woods and surround the front of the cabin. As they draw in closer, we see that they are torches held by multiple dark shapes. These shapes, or SPOOKS, all stop in unison when a blood curdling shriek cries out from deep in the woods. A VOICE Reeeaaaaackkkk! INT. CABIN, FRONT ROOM -- JUST THEN Too occupied to hear the warning from outside, Tommy and Jared race around the room tending to Porter's wound. Porter's face is already turning deathly pallid as Jared rips another T-shirt in two and ties a piece off around the artery in her upper arm. JARED Quick, Tommy, get me somethin' to tie this off! She's bleedin' bad! Tommy runs into the spartan kitchen -- looking for something, anything -- his head swimming. TOMMY What the fuck?! What the fuck?! Fuuuuuck! Tommy searches up and down -- cupboards, drawers, closets -- nothing but a cheese grater, frying pan, bottle opener -- all useless. TOMMY (CONT'D) There's nuthin' here! Christine! Christine! But Christine is of no help. She remains huddled by the staircase, arms around the bannister for security, shaking uncontrollably. Her gaze is fixated out the open front door. EXT. CABIN -- JUST THEN We are focused on Porter's severed arm on a pool of bloody/ slushy snow. A GRUNT is heard from somewhere O.S., followed by the sound of heavy footsteps in the snowdrift. Something approaches the arm from the woods -- something massive. Wet steam clouds over the arm for a brief moment and then the forearm is suddenly dragged away. We remain focused on the snow as fresh droplets of blood drip down O.S. and pool up in the red slush. Something O.S. begins to CHEW on the arm between GRUNTS -- PIERCING skin, RIPPING away tendons, DEVOURING flesh. Droplets of red begin to pool up faster and faster in the snow -- a bloody mess. INT. CABIN, FRONT ROOM -- JUST THEN Unnoticed by both boys, Christine's gaze remains fixated out the front door. She mutters to herself -- to anyone -- paralyzed by fear. CHRISTINE (whispering) C...cl...close the d... door. Close the... door, Tommy. Tommy still rummages around in the kitchen as Jared holds on to Porter's arm, tieing off an impromptu tourniquet. JARED Get me a stick, a wooden spoon, anything! Tommy races into the front room with all he could manage: a plastic spatula. Jared gives him a quick confused look and then immediately applies the spatula into the tourniquet -- using it to twist his knot around and around -- creating a vice on a major artery. Porter's blood loss quickly begins to ease but the color in her face does not look good. EXT. CABIN -- JUST THEN Still focused on the bloody snow, we hear a final GRUNT O.S. and then the bone of Porter's near devoured arm is dropped on to the ground. WE DOLLY up from the arm and FOLLOW the trail of blood up the pathway to the cabin's front entrance. Massive FOOTSTEPS begin to pounce toward the door. INT. CABIN, FRONT ROOM -- JUST THEN Tommy and Jared prop Porter up on to her side into the "recovery" position. TOMMY Christine! No answer. She remains huddled by the staircase, watching the horror outside -- paralyzed. TOMMY (CONT'D) Christine! What is goin' on?! Where's Adele?! Although in a state of severe shock, Christine manages to point a weak finger toward the open door. CHRISTINE (whispering) There's something out there, Tommy... there's something out there... Tommy looks confused but he follows Christine's outstretched finger toward the door. Upon seeing the front door wide open, he immediately races across the room and SLAMS it closed. TOMMY (to Christine) What?! BANG. The front door SHUDDERS, nearly coming off of its hinges -- sending Tommy tumbling toward the floor. Tommy bounces back up and throws himself up against the door. He locks the bolt and leans all his weight against it as if his life depended on it. TOMMY (CONT'D) (scared, to Jared) She's right... BANG. The door SHUDDERS again -- wood CRACKS. TOMMY (CONT'D) Shit! A VOICE (from outside) Reeeeaaaccckkk! Everyone pauses for a beat -- chilled down to the bone. Christine has even stopped crying. JARED (grave) What was that? Jared finally notices the activity outside the window -- black shapes, holding their torches, close in from the woods around them. They are fucked. The brief silence is shattered when the door SHUDDERS again. Christine breaks from her reverie and begins to SCREAM once more. A VOICE (from outside) Reeeeaaccckkk! CHRISTINE (sobbing) What is it?! Tommy's eyes dart around the room. TOMMY (to Jared) The table! Jared jumps up and pushes the large heavy coffee table toward the door. With Tommy's help, they barricade it against the door which SHUDDERS again, BREAKING the top hinge -- dust flies. JARED What is it?! Is he back?! Tommy shakes his head, panicking. The boys are both braced against the door now. TOMMY I don't know! A VOICE (from outside) Reeeeeaaaccckkk! JARED What the fuck is it?! TOMMY Whatever it is, it's big! We need a weapon! Is there a gun in the house? Jared shakes his head. The door SHUDDERS again. TOMMY (CONT'D) Damn it! (calling upstairs) Adele! (to Jared) Where is that bitch?! JARED I have an idea! Jared grabs his combat boots from the floor and quickly begins to lace them up. Tommy watches, wide-eyed, as Jared moves toward the staircase and begins STOMPING out the banister -- SPLITTING the wooden beams. A VOICE (from outside) Reeeeaeaccccck! Suddenly, we begin to hear a strange CHANTING from outside. It builds in volume, building to a crescendo, all around the cabin. TOMMY Hurry up, man! Jared finally pulls two boards free. They are the size of baseball bats. He hands one with exposed nails on the end to Tommy and leans back into the door which SHUDDERS again and SPLITS -- breaking apart. Tommy and Jared share a look and push off the door, their "clubs" ready -- waiting for the inevitable fight. The front door finally begins to come apart as the massive thing outside TEARS through. Jared and Tommy share a look and then look at their pitiful weapons -- no contest. Jared races across the room and hoists Porter's good arm over his shoulders as Tommy pulls Christine up from the floor. Porter is in a horrible state of shock now -- shivering, pale, her lips blue. TOMMY (CONT'D) (to Christine) Let's go! The boys lead the girls up the staircase as the thing outside SMASHES through the front door. Wood and splinters fly -- they don't have a moment to lose. A VOICE (from outside) Reeeeeackkkk! JARED (to all) Come on! They all climb up the stairs to the second floor. INT. CABIN, UPSTAIRS Our group turn down the hallway toward a bedroom door. TOMMY Adele! Adele! Christine holds on to Tommy's hand for dear life. She continues to blubber a mantra that no one is listening to. CHRISTINE It... it ate her arm, Tommy. It ate the arm... Jared tries the bedroom door but it's locked from the inside. JARED Get back! Jared takes a step back and kicks the door open -- the lock SMASHES to bits. TOMMY Adele! INT. CABIN, UPSTAIRS BEDROOM The group race into the room and find the window wide open and the bed still made. There is no sign of Adele. A VOICE (from downstairs) Reeeeeaccckkk! There is a CRASH from downstairs and then the distinctive sound of the coffee table being shoved across the floor. CHRISTINE (trembling) It's inside... Jared leads the others toward the open window. JARED This way, come on! EXT. CABIN, WOOD SHED ROOFTOP Jared climbs out of the window and on to the lower rooftop. Christine follows. Tommy hands Porter through the window, guiding her into Jared's waiting arms -- her head bobs back and forth as if her neck were made of rubber. As Tommy drops down on to the snow-covered roof, he notices fresh tracks that lead off the roof and up into the woods beyond the cabin -- Adele's tracks. TOMMY Fucking, bitch. EXT. CABIN Jared has already slid off the end of the roof and into a deep snowdrift. JARED Help me, Tommy. Tommy and Christine help lower Porter down and then climb down themselves. The CHANTING near the front of the cabin grows louder -- coming their way. CRASH. SMASH. The thing inside the cabin has already found its way upstairs -- it begins to tear Adele's room apart -- searching for its prey. A VOICE Reeeeackkkkk! Chanting black shapes move like shadows among the trees -- they begin to circle around the cabin toward the back. Jared throws Porter's good arm over his shoulders while Tommy struggles through the deep snowdrift ahead -- packing the snow down and blazing a trail for the rest. TOMMY This way, hurry! EXT. WOODS BEHIND CABIN It is hard going. The gang is high-stepping through the deep snowdrift like desperate madmen. Without his shoes, Tommy's wool socks begin to collect the snow and freeze -- in fact, everyone is under-dressed and without jackets. They have all put themselves at the mercy of the elements in their haste to escape the cabin. Adele's window SHATTERS O.S. behind them. Black shapes in the b.g. struggle through the snow after them. Fear induced adrenaline pushes our heroes on. Tommy passes over two criss-crossing tracks in the snow as he makes his way toward the treeline. Are they being surrounded? Their progress is slow. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion as they are pursued. Our heroes begin to shiver as the cold sets in. CHRISTINE I'm freezin', Tommy... Jared, pouring sweat, begins to fall behind. He hoists Porter back up on his shoulders. She looks horribly woozy, drained of color, and still slurring her words. PORTER Where are we...? ...Jared...? I wanna a grilled-cheese, Mommy... I want... gr... TOMMY (to Jared) Come on, keep going! Suddenly, two black-hooded SPOOKS leap out from behind the trees. In the darkness, the two faceless shapes look like two monks -- eerie. They rush toward Tommy -- their arms stretched out toward him. Christine SCREAMS. Tommy brandishes his wooden club as the first spook lunges toward him. Tommy steps aside and uses the spooks momentum to throw him down. Tommy raises his club above his head... The second spook wraps his arms around Tommy but not before Tommy swings the exposed nail end of his "bat" down -- impaling the back of the first spook's skull. Tommy struggles with the second man. The spook fights dirty -- ripping and scratching at Tommy's face from behind with long yellow fingernails. WHACK. Jared's "club" connects with the side of the spook's head, sending him reeling. The man bounces back up, dizzy. Jared pursues him with his club over his head -- SCREAMING like a madman -- nervous energy boiling over. The man quickly flees into the woods. Jared doubles-back and pulls Porter back on to his shoulders. Tommy, adrenaline still pumping, is attempting to pry his "bat" from the back of the first spook's head -- he pulls this way and that but cannot seem to get his weapon loose. The man's skull oozes red puss and brain liquid into the snow. JARED Leave it, c'mon! Tommy tosses the club and gets under Porter's opposite shoulder -- sharing the weight with Jared. Christine, in a state of shock, nearly passes out when she gets a good look at the spook corpse -- skull matter bubbling up. Tommy pulls her along with his free hand, into the trees. TOMMY C'mon, Christine, let's go! You've got to keep it together! The gang disappears into the trees as the torch carrying "shapes" gather up in the woods behind them -- waiting for something. A VOICE Reeeeeackkkkk! EXT. WOODED HILL -- MINUTES LATER Our gang stumbles over a crest in the trees. Vapors from their breath trail behind them as they suck in the winter air. Cold sweat drips down Tommy's and Jared's faces as they continue to carry Porter. Without jackets, their frozen bodies begin to shiver violently now. They pick up the pace as they use the snow and ice on the slope to slide down through the trees. Christine follows. She continues to look over her shoulder nervously. TOMMY Are they back there? No answer. Tommy grunts under Porter's weight. TOMMY (CONT'D) Christine! Are they followin' or not? CHRISTINE (coming to) I... I don't know..., maybe. It's obvious Jared's energy is draining -- every new step becomes more difficult than the last -- the cold sapping his strength. JARED We gotta get her to a hospital, Tommy. The tourniquet is helpin', but, she's lost a lot of blood. Tommy struggles ahead, frustrated. TOMMY I know. I know! I'm movin' as fast as I can. (beat) Fuck! We're in the middle of fuckin' nowhere! (an afterthought) In Canada! Who were them twisted fuckers, and what was that fuckin' thing! JARED It was a set-up. Adele set us up. Tommy registers this for a beat. TOMMY That fuckin' cunt! Another afterthought -- shouted to the trees -- to no one. TOMMY (CONT'D) And I want my money back, ya hear?! JARED Calm down, this ain't helpin'. (an idea) Christine, where's your cell phone? CHRISTINE I... I left it at the cabin. This makes Christine start crying even harder. JARED Tommy? Tommy shakes his head. TOMMY No. But for some reason, I seem to remember runnin' for my life at the time. JARED Alright. Okay. Just don't come apart on me. We're Marines. Tommy's teeth CHATTER. Ice cold sweat runs down the back of his neck. He SHIVERS uncontrollably. They are all slowing freezing. TOMMY I'm a Kentucky boy. I'm not cut out for this kind of shit, man. We've got to get indoors. CHRISTINE Look! The boys follow Christine's outstretched finger to a small pin-prick of light deep in the woods -- another cabin. JARED Thank the Lord. C'mon. The gang quicken their pace through the trees. As they get closer, they can see that the chimney atop the lonely place billows forth smoke from a fireplace within -- warmth. INT. DAVE'S CABIN -- NIGHT DAVE (38) is seated on an old dirty couch between his fireplace and a rusty radiator that runs on full blast, making an uncomfortable CLANKING noise. He is naked save for a pair of boxer shorts, a sweat-stained trucker hat, and a pair of unlaced boots. Beer cans and snacks litter his coffee table. ON THE TV in front of him, a bad pornography film plays out via a VCR. Dave is a typical back-woods Canadian -- an avid hunter of all sorts -- gets work where he can. ON THE TV: A sexy naked couple (we see them from the waist up) caress. The MAN ON PORN FILM picks up a can of whipped cream. As we PAN AWAY back to Dave, watching intently from his couch, we hear the SHRHHHT of the whipped cream being discharged. MAN ON PORN FILM (O.S.) There's no leaving the table until you finish your dessert. WOMAN ON PORN FILM (O.S.) Ha-ha-ha..., ooh, yummy... BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. There is a loud desperate knock on Dave's front door, followed by... JARED (from outside) Hello!? Dave remains seated on his moldy couch, stunned and confused. DAVE Hello? Jared and the others, trembling horribly, burst through the front door and into the front room. Dave jumps up and reaches for his rifle propped in the corner. DAVE (CONT'D) Whoh! Jared and Tommy blow past Dave and carry Porter to the couch. They lay her down on top of some discarded Hustler and Barely Legal magazines. DAVE (CONT'D) Hey! What do you think you're doin'?! Dave is a sight: confused, scared, his rifle out in front of him -- half-naked. Tommy keeps his distance from him with his hands up. TOMMY Easy there. We just need to use your phone. Christine turns toward the TV. Suddenly, everyone pauses as they realize that there are two people fucking in the corner of the room. The radiator CLANKS away. MAN ON PORN FILM (O.S.) Do you like my cooking? Tell me I'm the best. WOMAN ON PORN FILM (O.S.) Oooh, god, you are the best, Mr. Charles. (through gritted teeth) You're the fucking best. The dialogue is followed by the O.S. sound of wet SKIN SLAPPING and MOANS and GROANS. Dave's face turns bright red. He continues to point the rifle at Tommy, warily. DAVE Look, uh, you kind of caught me at a bad time here, eh. Tommy looks over at Porter -- she is not doing well -- still sweaty and extremely pale. Jared wipes her face with his shirt sleeve, trying to console her. TOMMY (to Dave) Yea? Well it's about to get worse. Dave now notices Tommy's southern American accent. DAVE What're you, from down south? Jesus Murphy. (motions toward Porter) What's with her? Is she overdosing or somethin'? Jared gently rolls Porter over on her side -- her bandage is a bloody mess. Dave nearly jumps out of his boots when he see's her stump for the first time. He cocks the rifle and backs away into a corner. DAVE (CONT'D) (to Jared and Tommy, accusingly) What the hell happened to her?! Jared ignores him and begins to loosen Porter's tourniquet. Christine continues to repeat her mantra... CHRISTINE (to no one) It ate it... it ate the arm... DAVE What? (to Tommy) What the hell did you feed these girls? You boys are dosin'! Dave looks especially frightened now. He raises the rifle again. TOMMY (calm, even voice) Sir, we're not on any drugs. I promise. We just need to call an ambulance right away. Dave darts across the room and grabs the phone from the wall -- he holds the receiver to his chest as he waves his rifle about. DAVE You all better first tell me which one of you hosers is responsible for this! Jared finally turns to him. JARED (calm) It wasn't us. We were attacked. CHRISTINE (still a nutcase) It ate the arm... Tommy's expression makes it clear that he finally seems to acknowledge this -- the unthinkable. DAVE This is nonsense! I'm callin' the police. Suddenly... A VOICE (from the woods outside) Reeeeeacckkk! Everyone freezes. The cry seems far away but it is still enough to chill everyone down to the bone. Christine begins to tremble. CHRISTINE Ohmygod... ohmygod... ohmygod... A VOICE Reeeeaacccckkkk! Christine cracks. In a state of paranoid confusion, she races across the room and through the back door of the cabin. DAVE Not that way! Tommy runs after her. Suddenly, we hear a CRASH and Christine SCREAM O.S. EXT. BACK OF DAVE'S CABIN Jared races out the back door after Tommy but Dave seizes him by the back of the collar and SHOVES him against the cabin wall -- we quickly see why: Immediately under the back door is a giant pit-trap. Christine struggles as she attempts to free herself from a sharpened wooden pungy stake that has impaled three inches into her ass. We see she has slipped into the freshly covered pit feet first. She dangles there and CRIES -- her outstretched toes barely touching the frozen muddy ground below. Tommy stands nearby, above the pit, his hands on his head -- this is too much. Dave releases Jared and looks on. DAVE Christ! Dave disappears back into the cabin while Jared and Tommy climb down into the pit. Christine keeps struggling but she is really stuck -- she GROWLS/CRIES through the pain. The boys get under her arms. TOMMY Okay, on three. One... two... thr... They attempt to lift her above the spike, but it's useless -- Christine just CRIES louder. Dave reappears with a shovel -- he throws it to Jared. DAVE Here. You can dig her out with this. Jared quickly goes to work -- breaking up the frozen ground, while Tommy consoles his girlfriend. TOMMY It's okay, baby. It's okay. We'll get you offa' this. Christine GROWLS at him. Tears roll down her cheeks. TOMMY (CONT'D) (losing it) What the fuck! (to Dave) What is a fuckin'... (pauses to find the words) ...Vietcong, fuckin', bear trap doin' in front of yur god damn door?! A VOICE (out in the woods) Reeeeeeeeaaaaack! The cry is definitely closer now, somewhere out there -- in the dark. Dave thinks to himself a moment -- looks behind him where Porter is on his couch... DAVE (low, to himself) It's tracking... Dave suddenly looks genuinely frightened. He narrows his gaze and points his rifle down at the boys, shaking his head. DAVE (CONT'D) Don't be bringin' that into my house. Tommy is beside himself but has his hands up. TOMMY What?! What is that thing? Dave keeps the rifle trained on them -- he is deadly serious. DAVE You better dig her out of there within two minutes or I'll kill you both where you stand. Jared begins shoveling faster. Tommy kneels down and starts digging into the earth with his hands. The tension rises as we CUT BETWEEN -- the rifle -- their hands -- the rifle... A VOICE (closer now) Reeeeaaackk! DAVE (to Tommy) Hurry up, boy. I'll kill you all. I mean it. The boys keep digging -- throwing dirt -- breaking fingernails clean off. Finally, they reach the bottom of the stake and gently lower Christine down. There is no time to lose. Tommy places the handle of the shovel into Christine's mouth. She looks on at him, wide eyed, confused and choking, tears running, until... Tommy gives Jared a nod. Jared pulls the stake from Christine's ass with all his strength. Christine bites into the wood of the shovel handle with a MUFFLED SCREAM. Jared and Tommy scramble out of the pit and then pull Christine up on to the snow. Dave backs away and motions for them to get back inside the cabin with his rifle. He nods over toward Porter. DAVE (CONT'D) (to Jared) Now get the other one and get out. INT. DAVE'S CABIN Jared gathers Porter up from the couch. Suddenly, he notices her eyes are closed and she is unresponsive. JARED Porter! Jared SLAPS her cheeks... once... twice... JARED (CONT'D) Baby! Porter's eyelids flutter. She moans and passes out again. Jared relaxes and pulls her up, hoisting her good arm back around his shoulders. Tommy is now carrying Christine in much the same way -- she hobbles along badly. Dave keeps his rifle trained on them -- he pushes them toward the front door. TOMMY Where are we supposed to go? DAVE There's a "critter cop" station about three kilometers south of here. TOMMY A... a what? DAVE A Ranger station, gorby. They are all near the door now. Tommy hesitates. TOMMY At least let us use your ph... DAVE (interrupting) No phones. I don't want no trouble here. You're on your own. Tommy's face drops. Dave glances down and notices Christine and Tommy's frozen socks. Feeling guilty, he quickly begins to pass them all some mismatched sweaters and extra jackets from the coat closet and kicks over a pair of old Sorrels and two pairs of sneakers. DAVE (CONT'D) Here. Put these on. They all quickly put on the oversized jackets and shoes -- Jared assists Porter. DAVE (CONT'D) Now go! Jared drags Porter along outside -- back into the cold. JARED (to Tommy) C'mon, Marine. Let's move! EXT. DAVE'S CABIN, FRONT Our heroes hobble past Dave's 4WD truck and down his snow packed driveway. Christine limps/clods along in Dave's oversized sneakers. TOMMY Son of a bitch has a truck. JARED C'mon, forget 'im. He won't help us. DAVE (calling out) Stay on the road! Dave SLAMS his front door behind them -- bolts LATCH, drapes CLOSE, the cabin's lights are extinguished. Our gang suddenly find themselves all alone again as they push on past the snowdrifts and out to a cleared road. Cold winds HOWL. EXT. FORK AT ACCESS ROAD THROUGH THE FORREST -- MINUTES LATER Tommy and Jared hike down Dave's road. Christine limps along, held up by her boyfriend. Jared has to nearly drag Porter now. The gang reaches a main access road. They stop for a moment as they decide on the direction. Jared looks up to the night sky -- clear and black -- and navigates by the stars. He turns south down the road. JARED (to Tommy) C'mon. This way. INT. DAVE'S CABIN -- JUST THEN Dave puts some warm clothes on, laces up his boots, shuts off the TV, and extinguishes the fire. He goes to the back door, double-checks the locked bolt, and checks the ammunition in his rifle -- locked and loaded. The cabin is dark -- all the drapes are closed. He sits there silently, listening nervously. Winds HOWL outside. The room's radiator CLANKS away. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK. EXT. ACCESS ROAD -- MINUTES LATER The access road is cleared of snow but their wounded make it tough going. Vapor clouds trail around them as the boys pant heavily. TOMMY You know, I never thought I would say this, but I am really startin' to think we would have been better off just goin' to fuckin' Ir... Jared stops. JARED (interrupting) Shh. Keep quiet. Ahead of them, beyond a crest in the road, a strange orange light grows in intensity -- it moves toward them. Christine points ahead, overjoyed. She has nearly reached the point of delirious exhaustion. CHRISTINE A car. It's a car... Jared strains his ears to listen -- he is not so sure. JARED (nervous) No. Stop. I don't hear a motor. Jared has to make a decision, and fast. He quickly drags Porter over to the side of the road and over the snowdrift. JARED (CONT'D) Off the road. Get off the road, now! Tommy pulls Christine to the side of the road. She is dragged along reluctantly -- her arm still stretched out to the growing light ahead. CHRISTINE (confused, pleading) But... they can help us, Tommy. Tommy ignores her and pushes her up over the snowdrift. The gang quickly hike over a small hill. EXT. WOODS NEAR ACCESS ROAD -- JUST THEN Tommy and Christine slide down a short slope in the snow. Tommy leaves Christine to look after Porter and then crawls back up the slope with Jared. They hide behind the trees and watch the road below. EXT. ACCESS ROAD The growing light now appears to be multiple lights. They dance about the trees as they are reflected in the snow scape. They quietly close in toward Jared and Tommy. EXT. WOODS NEAR ACCESS ROAD Struggling with her injury, Christine tries to wiggle her way back up the slope. Tommy pushes her back. CHRISTINE What is it? Let me see, Tommy. TOMMY (whispers) Get back. Stay with Porter. CHRISTINE But... Tommy shushes her. He and Jared remain perfectly still -- tension builds. INT. DAVE'S CABIN -- JUST THEN Dave is seated in the dark with his back up against the cabin's rear door. He yawns -- feeling safer. The radiator continues to heat the room. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK. Suddenly, the sound of HEAVY FOOTSTEPS approach the back of the cabin from outside. Dave's body goes rigid -- he squeezes his grip around the rifle. The FOOTSTEPS stop. Dave's eyes dart back and forth -- his ears strain to listen. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK. Suddenly, a powerful SNIFFING begins to examine the back door. The thing is just outside, only inches away from him, as it SNIFFS through the crack in the door, near its hinges, the doorknob, underneath. Dave slowly backs away and points his rifle at the door. He gently releases the rifle's safety. CLICK. Dave waits -- pouring sweat. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK. EXT. WOODS NEAR ACCESS ROAD Jared and Tommy continue to watch the roadway from their hiding place. EXT. ACCESS ROAD The growing orange lights move over the crest in the road, revealing their source: half a dozen torches bobbing up and down. They are held by six SPOOKS in black monk-like robes -- large hoods cover their heads. As they approach, we can see that they all wear black baklavas over their noses and mouths, the rest of their faces are blacked out by some kind burnt cork or charcoal -- creepy. EXT. WOODS NEAR ACCESS ROAD Tommy and Jared keep perfectly still as the spooks silently search the roadway and trees beyond. CHRISTINE (frightened, to Tommy) What is it? The group is nearly on top of them. The boys are sitting ducks. Christine remains oblivious to the approaching danger. She nosily attempts to wiggle her way up the slope again for a better view. CHRISTINE (CONT'D) (whispers) What is it, Tommy? I want to see. INT. DAVE'S CABIN -- JUST THEN Dave remains kneeled -- his rifle aimed at the back door. The SNIFFING there grows louder and louder -- it is nearly unbearable. The room's radiator still CLANKS away. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK. Finally, the SNIFFING stops. Dave follows with his ears as HEAVY FOOTSTEPS circle around the side of the cabin, past the shade-drawn windows, and around to the front, then nothing -- silence. Dave lets out a long breath -- it seems he is in the clear, when... CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. The cabin's locked front doorknob jerks about violently. Dave raises his rifle again -- his blood pressure going through the roof about now. Finally, the SHAKING ceases. Dave waits a long moment and then quietly crawls to his front window. There, through a slit in the shades, Dave watches as a hulking grey shape lumbers down his driveway in the darkness -- SNIFFING -- picking up another scent, and following it out to the road. DAVE (quietly, to himself) Jesus Murphy. EXT. WOODS NEAR ACCESS ROAD Jared and Tommy continue to watch, petrified, as the torch carrying "spooks" slowly pass by their hiding place in the trees. Christine's wound frustrates her as she crawls up the slope. She appears anxious -- about to call out for help... CHRISTINE Hel... ...when... a large rough pair of hands wrap around her head from behind and cover her mouth. The unseen attacker quietly rolls Christine over and pins her to the ground. Her eyes go wide as she tries uselessly to scream. ON JARED AND TOMMY As they watch the spooks finally pass them by without incident. They both begin to breath again as the strange search party disappears around a bend in the road. Tommy turns and notices Christine pinned to the ground by a large man in heavy clothes and snowshoes. The boys both race down the slope toward them. TOMMY Get offa her! The man releases Christine, puts down his rifle, and puts up his hands toward Tommy. This is CHIEF FOX (50's), a First Nations People -- an Algonquian Indian. A YOUNG ALGONQUIAN (15) is kneeled over Porter, carefully inspecting her wound and bandages. Chief Fox backs away -- peering at Tommy through a mess of long jet-black hair that hangs over his face. CHIEF FOX (whispers) Stop! We are friends. Tommy doesn't seem so sure. He helps Christine to her feet, keeping his distance from the large strange man. Christine burns a hateful look at him. Chief Fox turns and whispers something in Algonquian to his young partner. The boy shakes his head. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) (whispers to Jared and Tommy) We must take this girl back with us and see to her wound. She is badly hurt. TOMMY (whispers) No shit. Who the hell are you? CHIEF FOX (whispers) Friends. You will come with us. Chief Fox and the young Algonquian lift Porter and carefully load her into a snow-sled. JARED Wait a minute. What...? But Jared is cut off by a familiar CRY, deep in the woods. A VOICE Reeeeeeaaaaaakkkk! Everyone freezes and turns their head to the north. The Algonquians, it appears, are all too familiar with this evil. Chief Fox points toward the dense woods northward and motions to Porter. CHIEF FOX (whispers to Jared) Was it responsible for this? JARED (whispers) Yes. The young Indian looks toward Jared, suddenly frightened. YOUNG ALGONQUIAN (whispers) You have seen it then? CHRISTINE I've seen it. The young man turns to Christine and nods, trembling. Chief Fox pulls some dry needles from a tree branch, bunches them up, and casts them to the winds -- they fall southward, downwind from the cry in the forrest. The Chief peers north and sniffs. CHIEF FOX We are beyond his reach for now. Come. Not much time. Chief Fox begins to pull the snow-sled through the trees as the rest of our gang follow, somewhat reluctantly. EXT. ALGONQUIAN CAMP / TRAILER PARK -- LATER Chief Fox and the young Algonquian pull the snow-sled into a "camp" which is really nothing more than a few unhitched trailers parked in a snow covered clearing. Tommy and Jared continue to assist Christine as they pass by a dead fire-pit. It is late and the entire "village" is dark and still. The group pass by two traditional tee-pees where elders live and worship, but for the most part, it appears that the camp enjoys many modern conveniences like refrigeration, satellite TV, etc. The electricity is powered by multiple generators that HUM throughout the camp. An ALGONQUIAN CHILD (8) bounds down the steps of a trailer and walks alongside Chief Fox, curious. CHIEF FOX What are you doing up? You should be asleep at this hour. The child looks over the rest of the injured group and to Porter in the sled. ALGONQUIAN CHILD Who is she? CHIEF FOX Never mind her. Chief Fox stops and kneels down to the boy -- grabbing the child's arms -- looking him in the eyes, stern. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) You're not to be out here. You should be indoors, especially tonight. The boy nods, frightened. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) Now go! The boy runs away, back to his trailer. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) (to the others) Come. They follow the Chief further through the camp until they come upon... EXT. MOTHER'S TRAILER Chief Fox pulls the sled up to the oldest trailer in the village. He knocks on its door, waits, and knocks again. An old woman finally comes to the door's window and peers out the dirty shredded screen. Her eyes are wide and yellow. Her skin looks as old as the trees. This is MOTHER (80's) -- camp grandmother to all. MOTHER (raspy voice) What is it? She looks positively spooky from behind the wire mesh -- we catch glimpses of her creepy wide eyes darting back and forth over the group at her doorstep. CHIEF FOX We need your help, Mother... MOTHER Go away! I am watching my Hobbits! The screen window SLAMS closed and Mother disappears back inside the trailer. CHIEF FOX (calling out) No, Mother, we need your healing. After a pause, Mother returns to the window. She inspects the group with those creepy eyes once more. MOTHER What's wrong with this one? CHRISTINE I fell into a fu... MOTHER Quiet you! Shut your mouth! Christine does, chilled by that raspy voice. Chief Fox motions to the sled. CHIEF FOX She has lost her arm. Taken by the beast. Mother's yellow eyes open wide. Her old nostrils flare out. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) We don't have much time. YOUNG ALGONQUIAN (scared) The Wendigo, Mother. Her interest is piqued. She sniffs at the outside air for a few moments. MOTHER Bring them inside, quickly. Mother disappears back inside the darkness of the trailer as Chief Fox and the young Indian carefully unload Porter from the sled. CHIEF FOX (to Jared, re: Christine) Bring her inside. INT. MOTHER'S TRAILER Chief Fox carries Porter in -- it's a horrible mess inside. Dirty dishes are piled high in the sink -- ashtrays full of used butts occupy every available counter space. Mother, always hidden in shadow, motions for the Chief to bring Porter into a back "bedroom" where LOTR plays, with French subtitles, on a tiny TV. The movie casts a strange glow over Mother and the back room. MOTHER Here. Bring her in here. The Chief carefully stretches Porter out on Mother's bed and then turns on a few random lights throughout the front of the trailer. Christine limps in, brushing off Tommy and Jared, frustrated. CHRISTINE I can do it. The boys follow Christine in. Chief Fox motions to a bench around a breakfast table. CHIEF FOX Sit. Christine continues to hold her ass in pain. She glares at Chief Fox. CHRISTINE (sarcastic) Yea. I would love to. The boys take a seat around the table, exhausted. Christine hobbles into a corner and remains standing. Christine finally gets a good look at her wound in a mirror. Her long-johns are now soaked in frozen dried blood and stuck to her butt -- a pussy mess. CHRISTINE (CONT'D) Oooh. Fuck. The young Indian enters. Chief Fox whispers something in Algonquian to the boy and he disappears back outside. Jared, concerned, strains to see past Chief Fox to the back room where Mother examines Porter, hunched over her and hidden in shadow. MOTHER (to Chief Fox) This child is near dead. Jared's expression drops. MOTHER (CONT'D) But I can help her. Jared leans forward, anxious. JARED (to Mother) Will she be okay? Mother ignores him and continues to work as everyone watches the strange old woman intently. Suddenly, Mother sniffs something in the air. She sniffs closer to Porter, near her wound, and down near her crotch. With a decrepid bony finger, Mother digs under Porter's waistline and underneath her panties. Porter squirms and moans as Mother searches between her legs. Jared jumps from his seat, angry. Chief Fox holds him back. CHIEF FOX It is alright! Mother knows what she is doing. TOMMY (disgusted) Well, that's good. 'Cause it sure looked like the old bag just felt her up to me. Chief Fox eases Jared back into his seat. Everyone recoils as Mother holds her moist/bloody fingers to her nose and sniffs. MOTHER (to Chief Fox) Her blood is pure. It has had a taste. Chief Fox suddenly appears extremely worried by this news. Jared remains confused, angry. JARED What? For a long beat, no one answers. The Chief finally sighs and begins... CHIEF FOX (to Jared) The beast. The thing that has done this. (beat) It is known by many names, but in Algonquian, it is called... Wendigo. Tommy lowers his gaze at the big Indian, incredulous. TOMMY Wendigo. The Chief nods. Mother unties Porter's tourniquet and chucks Jared's spatula over her shoulder to the front of the trailer. Chief Fox looks down at it, confused. As our gang contemplate the new revelation, Chief Fox picks up the spatula and attempts to place it among Mother's clutter near the sink. Finally, he settles on a hook on the wall near a grimy wire-wisk. CHIEF FOX (to all) It is a creature of these woods that my people have known for centuries. As the Chief continues, Mother prepares some "witch doctor" type of concoction in a bowl -- sprinkling in powders, ointments, etc. She unwraps Porter's bloody bandage and uses the "stew" to clean her stump. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) It will feed on the moss of the trees to survive, but, it has a hunger for human flesh, especially that of a pure blood, which it craves above all others. Once it has tasted that kind of power, I promise you... it will want more... The Chief stops, almost frightening himself. JARED You're sayin'... it's a cannibal? The Chief nods. CHRISTINE (sarcastic) So no one ever thought to move in these past millennium? Mother scoffs loudly from the back room and whips around, giving Christine a glimpse of a disapproving evil yellow eye. CHIEF FOX This is our home. These are my people. We will never leave. Mother nods to herself as she begins to apply a clean dressing on to Porter's stump. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) We have learned to avoid it, or at least, keep it away on a night like this. You see, we are a quiet people. We keep to ourselves, though, some would like to live beyond this place. Live like you. This has angered Wendigo. These trees are his, and he does not share them. There is a sense of doom in the Chief's voice that gives everyone pause. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) Every winter people leave here. Some, do not come back. (beat) This year he is hungry, and one night, I will kill him, if I am strong and without fear. (beat) I wait. But tonight... I find you. Everyone is quiet. Winds HOWL outside through the trees. Suddenly, as if on cue, we hear its CRY from deep in the woods... A VOICE Reeeeeeeeaaakkkkk! CHIEF FOX (whispers) Do you hear it? Everyone nods, completely spooked now. The Chief peers out the window into the dark gloom outside. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) It searches for the pure blood. (beat) I am sorry, but you must leave now. Tommy shakes his head. TOMMY No. Uh-huh. You're not throwin' us back out there. CHIEF FOX There are women and children here. (nods over to Porter) He will come for her. Tommy scoffs and points toward Christine. TOMMY There's women here! Jared thinks to himself a moment, his mind racing. JARED We were told there's a Ranger Station south of here. CHIEF FOX (nods) Yes. You are right. I can take you there. You can be among your own people. (crosses to the door) Come. We must hurry. EXT. MOTHER'S TRAILER The Chief opens the trailer door and SMACKS it into the young Algonquian and his FRIEND (14), who have been eavesdropping the entire time. They look up at him with guilty expressions as the Chief urgently instructs something to them in Algonquian. INT. MOTHER'S TRAILER Chief Fox steps back inside the trailer, shutting the door to the cold outside. CHIEF FOX We have to go. We will use the Ski-Doos. TOMMY Ski-Doo? The Chief nods, impatient. Tommy just rolls his eyes and lets it go. The Chief looks on at Porter who is looking slightly better -- her wounds cleaned and dressed. CHIEF FOX Is she ready, Mother? Mother nods. The Chief opens the trailer door and ushers everyone outside. Christine hobbles across the room, holding her ass. MOTHER (to Christine) Let me see to your wounds first, child. Christine stops, looks over the woman for a moment, and those old bony fingers. CHRISTINE No fuckin' way. She and Tommy step outside. The Chief moves to the back of the trailer to collect Porter but Jared stops him. JARED I'll take care of her. The Chief nods and exits. Jared slowly approaches the back room. Mother still remains in the shadows with her back to him as she puts away her potions and strange instruments. Jared inspects Porter's bandage -- it is clean and expertly applied. Porter's moaning has stopped in fact, perhaps due to an unusual Algonquian sedative. Jared hoists Porter's good arm around his shoulders and gently picks her up. JARED (CONT'D) (to Mother) Thank you. As Jared begins to leave, Mother suddenly starts to sniff at the air again. She bursts out from the back room, into the light for the first time, and seizes Jared's jacket. We see now that her cracked wrinkled face has been horribly scarred by deep gashes, as if it was attacked by a bear's claw many years ago. One scar runs directly across her yellowed-out right eye which is now useless and horrifying but seems to gaze into Jared's soul all the same. She thrusts her disgusting face into his. MOTHER (raspy voice) I sense much courage in you. You are a warrior among your people. Mother motions toward the cabin window that looks out to the woods beyond. MOTHER (CONT'D) Beware of the ones that guide him. They will betray you. Jared nods, confused. Mother smiles a sick twisted grin and releases him. Jared exits the trailer with Porter as the strange old woman watches them go. EXT. MOTHER'S TRAILER Chief Fox assists Jared down the trailer's step and helps load Porter next to Christine in his snow-sled. The sled is being pulled by the Chief's snowmobile, and sure enough, on its side it is labeled: "Ski-Doo". The Chief places his rifle in a holster on the snowmobile, much like one would have on a horse, while Jared takes a seat behind him. Tommy sits behind the young Algonquian on a second Ski-Doo. Both Ski-Doos start up -- the drivers REV the motors. The Algonquian friend watches as the group pulls out of the camp. Mother's gaze narrows behind her dirty window screen. INT. DAVE'S CABIN -- JUST THEN Dave is back to sitting around in his boxers, drinking cans of Molson Ice, and eating snacks. The fireplace and radiator are roaring again. Another porn film plays on his VCR -- it is a sexy secretary and boss scene this time around. SECRETARY ON PORN FILM Are you lonely working these late hours, Mr. Stevens? BOSS ON PORN FILM You get used to it. Dave gets up, crosses to the bathroom, and retrieves a handful of tissues. On his way back to the couch, he stops near the back door. He looks to the back and front doors of the cabin. Cold winds HOWL outside. A thermometer labeled: "Outside Temperature" is hung near a window. Instead of numbers, it reads the temperature by cute little catch phrases. Tonight it reads: "You Better Believe, It's Cold Out There!" SECRETARY ON PORN FILM I just hate the thought of you being all alone on a night like this. Dave glances at the thermometer, down to his tissues, and toward the back door. He looks at himself in a mirror and toward the ceiling, adjusting his sweat-stained trucker hat and feeling guilty as hell. DAVE (to himself) Shhheeeiit. EXT. WOODS -- A SHORT TIME LATER The two Ski-Doos race over the snowdrifts, cutting a path through the trees. Chief Fox's snow-sled, which carries Porter and Christine, bumps along behind his snowmobile -- pulled by ropes. The young Algonquian's snowmobile races alongside the Chief's. The Ski-Doo's make a terrific NOISE, giving away their position for miles around. The young Indian is nervous -- he continues to REV his snowmobile faster and harder while looking over his shoulders as if he were being pursued. Tommy is seated behind him -- he shouts over the ROAR of the motor. TOMMY Hey! Slow down! The kid ignores him and REVS the snowmobile even harder as he searches the trees around them for any sign of the Wendigo. Suddenly, something PINGS against the engine compartment. The snowmobile immediately begins to SPUTTER and COUGH. TOMMY (CONT'D) (shouts) What's wrong? The young Indian gives the Ski-Doo more gas. Until... ZIP. ZIP. ZIP. The sound of bullets whiz past their heads like angry hornets. A bullet suddenly strikes the young Algonquian in the stomach -- he GROANS and pulls the handles of the snowmobile violently to the left, hitting a bank in the snow and flipping the snowmobile. Tommy is thrown clear but the Ski-Doo topples over on the young Indian's legs -- bones CRUNCH. Chief Fox turns around and brakes his own snowmobile. He jumps off and runs up toward them through the snow. Tommy gets up, brushing himself off -- unhurt but shaken. TOMMY (CONT'D) Fuck! Fuckin' kid's crazy, man! I told him to slow down! The young Indian remains trapped under the smoking snowmobile. He SCREAMS in pain. CHIEF FOX (to Tommy) Come. Help me lift. Tommy and the Chief lift the snowmobile off and drag the kid clear of the wreckage -- he continues to SCREAM and MOAN. One of his legs looks crushed and he bleeds from a wound in his abdomen, creating a red slush in the snow. The Chief notes a bullet-sized hole in the Ski-Doo's engine compartment where fluids spill out. Tommy looks confused. TOMMY You know, I think he's been shot. Chief Fox motions for Tommy to get down behind the wreckage. CHIEF FOX Get down! Quiet! The Chief scans the trees to the northwest -- there appears to be nothing out there in the dark, but it is obvious that he "senses" something. Chief Fox quickly runs back to his own snowmobile to retrieve his rifle. JARED What's goin' on? The Chief points to a crest in the trees, due south, only a quarter of a mile away. CHIEF FOX You. You must take them the rest of the way. The Police are just over that hill. The Chief runs back to the snowmobile wreck and takes up a position near the wounded young Indian behind the snowbank. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) (to Tommy) Go! Tommy runs down to Jared -- both look confused. JARED What's goin' on? TOMMY I don't know, but I think we just got shot at. Tommy jumps in behind Jared on who has moved up to the driver's position. TOMMY (CONT'D) Let's go! JARED Wait! We're not leavin' 'im behind! Jared looks over at Chief Fox who tends to the young Indian while keeping an eye on the northwestern woods. The Chief motions for Jared to get away. CHIEF FOX Go! Jared looks over at Porter in the snow-sled, still in bad shape, and makes his decision: he REVS the snowmobile's engine and pulls away. INT. RANGER STATION, JAIL-CELL -- JUST THEN LAWRENCE (35), a Canadian hunter, trapper, and world class drinker, is shit-face drunk and laid out on the cell's bed. He amuses himself by slurring/singing improvised song lyrics at the top of his lungs. LAWRENCE When I'm without choo, baby, I never realized life could ever be this waaaaaaay... when I'm without choo, baby, I miss, your caress, and, tess...ticles, hairy monster tea-bagin' baaallllssssaaaaack! Lawrence roars with laughter, impressed with himself. He BANGS loudly on the cell's steel bars. LAWRENCE (CONT'D) (calling down the hallway) Hey! You like that one? No response. LAWRENCE (CONT'D) C'mon, Matty, don't you like Meghan Dayne? (drunk laugh) Hellooooo? Ranger Matt? INT. RANGER MATT'S OFFICE RANGER MATT (31) is seated at his desk with a cup of coffee and an Outdoorsmen's magazine. He reads quietly with a foot up on the desk, totally relaxed. Matt wears a pair of firing range shooter muffs over his ears which filter out all manner of drunken jerk-off. Lawrence continues to BANG away on his cell bars and yell, almost incoherently, from down the hallway. LAWRENCE (O.S.) Hey! I just thought of another one for ya! Matt flips a page in his magazine and casually pulls one of his ear muffs off. LAWRENCE (O.S.) (CONT'D) Hey! RANGER MATT (calling down the hallway) Are'n't you dead in there, yet? LAWRENCE (O.S.) I just remembered that Avvvverryyil song for ya... (drunk singing again) Since chooo been gooooooone... Matt suddenly hears the sound of SNOWMOBILES outside. RANGER MATT Shut up, Lawrence! The sound is growing louder and approaching the Ranger Station. Matt gets up and gathers his keys, walkie, and revolver, and crosses out to the front of the station. RANGER MATT (CONT'D) (to himself) Now who in sam hell is Ski-Dooing at this hour? Matt peers out the front windows that face an empty snow covered parking lot. LAWRENCE (O.S.) Go get 'em, Matty. Go and git those summs o' beeetches... Jared soon pulls Chief Fox's snowmobile up to the front of the station. Ranger Matt grows concerned when he see's that the snowmobile tows a sled with two injured girls inside. RANGER MATT (calling out to Lawrence) I'll be right back. Stay right here. LAWRENCE (O.S.) Ha-fucking-ha..., dick. EXT. RANGER STATION Matt hops down a flight of steps and approaches Jared and Tommy. RANGER MATT What's goin' on? You boys alright? JARED We're fine. But the girls are hurt. We need a doctor. Matt walks over to the snow-sled and checks over Porter. He nearly jumps when he discovers that she has lost her arm. RANGER MATT Christ, kid. How'd this happen? JARED We were attacked. RANGER MATT By what, a bear? Jared shakes his head. RANGER MATT (CONT'D) Well, quick, get her inside. We can treat her here until help arrives. JARED Our friends are still out there. They need help. RANGER MATT Get her inside first. Jared nods. He and Tommy carefully unload Porter from the sled and carry her into the station. Christine hobbles along behind them. Matt, always a gentleman, takes her by the arm and assists her up the steps. RANGER MATT (CONT'D) Easy, Miss, let me help you. INT. RANGER STATION Matt motions over to a couch in front of his office. RANGER MATT (to Tommy and Jared) Put her over there. The boys gently lay Porter out on an old cracked leather sofa. Matt helps ease Christine into a desk chair, which she half sits in, awkwardly and in pain. LAWRENCE (O.S.) (calling from down the hallway) What's goin' on? RANGER MATT (to Christine) Are you gonna be alright for the moment? Christine nods. CHRISTINE (through gritted teeth) As long as my asshole stops burnin' like a four alarm fire. RANGER MATT We have some pain killers in the med. supplies I can give you. Matt disappears into an office, rummages around, and returns with a bottle of OxyContin and a cup of water. He gives a pill and the cup to Christine. RANGER MATT (CONT'D) Here. Take one of these. She does and he puts the bottle down on his desk. LAWRENCE (O.S.) Ranger Maaaaaatttt? Matt crosses the room and inspects Porter's arm. With his back turned, Christine limps over to his desk and swallows the rest of the pain killer bottle -- dry. LAWRENCE (O.S.) (CONT'D) (drunk singing) When I'm without choo, baby... TOMMY Who's that? RANGER MATT Ignore him. He's drunk. Matt gently looks over Porter's bandage. RANGER MATT (CONT'D) (to Jared) Who applied this dressing, you? Jared shakes his head. JARED An Indian woman. There's a camp up in the woods... RANGER MATT Yea, I know. (beat) Well, she did an excellent job, but we'll need to get your friend here to a hospital and have this looked at by a professional. It looks like she's lost a lot of blood as well. She's going to need some fluids as soon as possible. LAWRENCE (O.S.) When I'm without chooo, baby, I never realized life could ever be this waaaaaaay... RANGER MATT Shut up, Lawrence! Matt pulls out his walkie-talkie. RANGER MATT (CONT'D) (into walkie) Bill, this is Matt, come on back, over. Matt waits -- no response. LAWRENCE (O.S) Matty, I need the bucket, I think I'm gonna be sick again... RANGER MATT (growing impatient) Would you shut up! Use the toilet, that's what it's there for! LAWRENCE (O.S.) (whining) But, Matty, it's all full up! RANGER MATT (into walkie) Bill, this is Matt at station one. I've got a patient here that needs immediate medical care. We need your Bronco to take her down the mountain so come on back to me, over. Matt waits again -- no response. Jared looks concerned. JARED Sir. Our friends still need help. They're still out there. BOOM. Suddenly, a rifle-shot rings out from the woods outside. Everyone freezes until... BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. More shots -- followed by what sounds like, return fire -- BANG. BANG. BANG. RANGER MATT (grave, to Jared) Who did you say was out there? JARED Our friends. Indian guy -- big. They were helpin' us. We had an accident, maybe, I don't know. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. More rifle shots ECHO throughout the trees. RANGER MATT This Indian guy -- he armed? Jared nods. RANGER MATT (CONT'D) What the hell's he shooting at then? JARED I don't know. BANG. BANG. BANG. More return fire. Matt crosses the room to a locker box, unlocks it, and pulls out a shotgun. He begins to load it as the firing outside ceases. RANGER MATT You all stay right here. Matt throws on a heavy jacket, exits the station, and disappears outside. There is a long moment of silence as everyone waits. TOMMY (whispers) Fuckin' Wendigo. JARED Shh. Seconds stretch into minutes, which feel like hours. The winds HOWL outside through the trees. Matt finally runs back up the station's steps, runs in, and SLAMS the door behind him. His face is white -- he looks like he has seen a ghost. He frantically motions to the others. RANGER MATT You all get back! Get back down that hallway! Jared and Tommy quickly lift Porter and move with Christine toward Lawrence's cell. Matt bolts and locks the doors and windows and shuts all the blinds. He slowly backs away from the front door with his shotgun aimed at the window. INT. RANGER STATION, HALLWAY / JAIL CELL Ranger Matt ushers everyone down the hallway. He unlocks the cell door and motions for them to get inside. RANGER MATT Get in there. Everyone. You'll be safe in here. Lawrence tries to stand as everyone files past him to the back of the cell. LAWRENCE Whoh, whoh, whoh... I don't need no roommates, Matty. Matt ignores him. Christine suddenly gets a whiff of the toilet bowl, filled to the brim with vomit. She recoils, holding her nose. CHRISTINE Good Lord! That is fuckin' gross! We are not stay... RANGER MATT (to all) Stay here. Matt closes the cell door, locks them in, and then disappears down the hallway. CHRISTINE (calling out) Hey! It fucking stinks in here! Lawrence roars with drunken laughter. He mocks Christine's southern accent. LAWRENCE I'm sorry darlin', I wasn't expectin' no house guests. (motions to the toilet bowl) If you're thirsty, there's probably a mint julip in there for you somewhere. Lawrence roars with laughter again, impressed with himself. Tommy pushes him roughly aside as he helps Jared lay Porter down on the cell bed. Lawrence teeters by the door. Lawrence's laughter subsides and then ceases all together when he notices Porter's arm. All at once, he looks stone cold sober. LAWRENCE (CONT'D) (to Tommy) What happened to her? Suddenly, Ranger Matt steps gingerly back down the hallway with his shotgun raised out in front of him -- he keeps it aimed at a target O.S. RANGER MATT (growing nervous) Now, Bill, come on now. Think this through. Bill? (beat) Bill. Don't do it, man. Don't do... BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. -- deafening shots ring out throughout the Ranger Station -- they WHIZ inches past Matt and STRIKE the brick wall behind him. Matt fires and pumps his shotgun -- fires and pumps -- BOOM. BOOM. We hear the sound of windows BREAKING and lamps SHATTERING O.S. as the gunfight ensues in the hallway. Matt is cornered -- he pumps and fires desperately. BOOM. BOOM. More return fire bursts down the hallway at him -- BANG. BANG. BANG. A round strikes Matt in the chest -- his legs buckle underneath him and he falls to the floor, GROANING. With his hands shaking, Matt unclips the cell keys from his belt and passes them through the bars to Tommy. RANGER MATT (CONT'D) Take 'em. Take 'em! Matt ditches the empty shotgun and pulls out his revolver. BANG. Another round BURSTS into Matt's shoulder and he drops the gun to the floor. Everyone is packed into the back of the jail cell, completely paranoid now. They watch, wide-eyed and confused, as RANGER BILL (50's) slowly steps forward into the hallway, holding a smoking .44. Bill kicks Matt's shotgun and revolver back down the hallway. RANGER BILL You should'a takin' that transfer, Matty. He lowers the .44 to Matt's forehead and pulls the trigger -- BOOM. Everyone in the cell jumps -- Christine SCREAMS. LAWRENCE Christ! TOMMY Fuck! Ranger Bill turns and looks into the cell with an evil glare -- black -- inhuman. He tries the cell door -- locked. Everyone keeps away -- piled up in the back. Bill notices that Tommy holds the keys. RANGER BILL Give me those keys, boy. Tommy shakes his head. Bill sticks his .44 between the cell bars and COCKS the hammer back. RANGER BILL (CONT'D) Do as I say or one of you dies. Tommy shakes his head again -- refusing. Bill grins. RANGER BILL (CONT'D) Five... four... Bill waves the gun around, playing einie-minie-moe. It's like a game of Russian roulette or shooting fish in a barrel. Everyone scrambles around the cell, panicked. Jared leaps on top of Porter, shielding her. Christine backs away into a corner. Lawrence dives for the keys -- he fights over them with Tommy. LAWRENCE Give him the keys! RANGER BILL Three... JARED (to Tommy) He'll kill us! The .44 waves around. RANGER BILL Two... TOMMY Errrrhuhhh! No! RANGER BILL One. BOOM. Everyone freezes. Suddenly, Tommy's eyes go wide and he slumps to the floor releasing the keys into Lawrence's grasp. JARED Tommy! Jared rushes to his friend -- a hole in Tommy's back leaks blood on to the floor. RANGER BILL Which one of you is next? (points the gun at Porter) Maybe this one? Jared grabs the keys from Lawrence and slides them through the bars. JARED Here! Lawrence runs his hands through his hair, losing it. LAWRENCE What are you doing, Bill?! Have you gone mad?! Christine trembles in a corner in the back of the cell. CHRISTINE (weakly) Tommy? Tommy is near death -- blood spills from his mouth from the gunshot wound through his lungs. Jared kneels down beside him as Ranger Bill opens up the cell's door and pulls Lawrence out. TOMMY (last words) It was an honor to serve under you, sir. Jared takes Tommy's hand -- squeezing hard. Tears well up in his eyes as he watches his friend fade away. JARED No. no the honor was all mine. Tommy laughs/chokes on his own blood -- a big bloody/toothy grin on his face. TOMMY I'm just bullshittin' you, dick... you're so gung-ho... Tommy dies. Jared shuts Tommy's eyelids and silently mouths: "ooh-rah". Jared's face suddenly looks as if it was cut from stone. All at once, hands are all over him -- pulling him roughly to his feet and dragging him into the hallway. Behind Ranger Bill stands many black cloaked SPOOKS. Their hoods over their heads -- blacked-out charcoal faces -- creepy as hell. One spook pulls her hood back -- it is... Adele. Jared's eyes burn nothing but pure hate for this woman before him. She nods at him and smirks. Bill cuffs Jared's hands behind him as two other spooks lift Porter from the bed. Three spooks wrestle with Lawrence in the hallway as they slap handcuffs on his wrists. LAWRENCE Get off me! Get off of me! The spooks drag Porter into the hallway. Jared seethes. JARED (to Adele) If you hurt her... I swear to God... ADELE Pity. And you dragged her all this way. What a gentleman. Ranger Bill seizes the back of Jared's neck. RANGER BILL (to Adele) What do we do with him? Adele's eyes narrow -- scheming. ADELE We take him with us for now. RANGER BILL I don't think that... ADELE Shut up, Dad! (beat) This one just shot a Ranger. She presses her nose up toward Jared's face. ADELE (CONT'D) Whenever you dumb fucking yanks get excited, you just shoot first. You and all your guns. It makes our courts sick. JARED'S POV: A hood is placed over Jared's head -- plunging him and us into... DARKNESS. ADELE (CONT'D) (whispers over black screen) No one likes an American, Jared. TIME CUT TO: BLACK SCREEN: We hear the sound of HEAVY BREATHING and STRUGGLING -- Jared's struggling. Winds HOWL through the trees -- we are somewhere outside. Jared's hood is ripped off and suddenly we see... EXT. WOODS / CLEARING -- LATE NIGHT Jared's hands are cuffed around a tree trunk. He struggles and pulls, but it is no use. Lawrence is cuffed around the tree as well -- passed out in the snow. A SPOOK GUARD checks up on them from a few feet away. Jared follows his gaze as the guard turns to a clearing in the woods below. There, a small bonfire grows bigger -- wood POPS and SIZZLES -- flames reach out toward the clear night sky above. With closer inspection, Jared notices a large object in front of the fire -- slowly being illuminated. Something like... a cross. JARED Porter? (beat) Porter! Like some horrible nightmare, Jared's girlfriend is in the middle of the clearing, tied up and hung to a cross. Spooks in black cloaks and hoods gather around the fire and light torches. They assemble on the edge of the clearing. Adele watches from the clearing below as Jared yells down uselessly. She smirks, enjoying it. JARED (CONT'D) Porter! Lawrence begins to come around. He pushes himself up on a knee, confused. LAWRENCE What...? Adele walks over toward Porter and, strangely, begins to sniff at her. She smiles a sick twisted grin and then reaches up and kisses Porter gently on the lips. Porter doesn't move. Adele waits a moment and then SLAPS Porter twice across the face, hard. Porter GROANS, slowly swimming back to consciousness. ADELE That's better. I want you awake. Jared struggles against the cuffs, ripping into tree bark. JARED (through gritted teeth) Fucking, bitch! The spook guard walks over and SLAMS Jared's head against the trunk -- shutting him up for the moment. Porter's eyes flutter. Her breathing is labored -- it grows faster and faster as she begins to realize that she is tied to a cross. Her eyes dart around, confused, panicked. Eerie men and women with black hoods over their charcoal black faces, holding torches, look on at her from the edge of the clearing like a sacrificial lamb. Porter trembles, sucking in air -- her heart PUMPS. Adele slowly pulls an antique blade from a sheath on her belt. It's huge, like a machete, with strange old markings on the steel -- a ceremonial blade. Adele raises the blade and moves toward Porter. Porter's heart is nearly ready to explode. Jared, woozy, watches helplessly from the woods above. JARED (CONT'D) Porter... no... Adele RIPS open Porter's shirt, exposing her bare chest to the world. Porter WHIMPERS, heavily panting. Adele milks the moment, almost tasting Porter's fear -- feeding on it -- and then she slices across Porter's chest, from the shoulder down to her belly -- blood flows. Porter looks down at herself and immediately blacks out. Jared is beside himself with rage. Lawrence remains in a state of shock. LAWRENCE For Christ sake... Tears of frustration and hate run down Jared's face as Adele reaches up to Porter's massive wound and licks the blood from her chest. Adele rolls her eyes back and swallows -- tasting it like a fine wine. Adele replaces her blade and looks out into the woods, scanning the trees in the darkness outside the clearing. Adele raises her arms and gestures like a witch. As she speaks, she directs her words to the trees in the darkness beyond as much as to the cult members that surround her. ADELE Come. Come Lord Ween-di-gour. (beat) For hundreds of years you have protected us and have defended our God given right to this land. Tonight, I offer you this virgin flesh. (beat) Feast, my Lord, and grow powerful, so that we may share in your awesome strength and all your spoils -- your humble servants. (beat) Feast. Feast, now! Adele peers into the woods with a look of nightmarish ecstasy. For a long beat, there is nothing. Winds HOWL. The wood in the bonfire CRACKS and POPS. Finally... a huge lumbering shape slowly steps out of the darkness and enters the fire-light of the clearing. The hulking thing stands over eight feet tall when erect. It's thick coat, once white, is now a dirty grey from months build-up of mud, grime, and blood. From the neck down it almost looks like a grizzly or polar bear on its hind legs -- but this monster is so much worse. Pieces of flesh rot off its jagged horrible teeth. Its eyes glow like a demon's. Its razor sharp claws reach out from massive paws. Jared and Lawrence watch as The Wendigo lumbers past Adele. It is a truly horrifying sight in the low orange light of the fire. LAWRENCE (whispers, to Jared) What. Is. That? Jared cannot speak. The great beast sniffs at the air -- leading it straight to its sacrificial offering. Adele and the other spooks kneel down to the beast as it sniffs over Porter. They begin to CHANT. JARED (whispers) No... Jared turns away as the beast takes a massive BITE into Porter's neck -- TEARING her flesh out. Blood gushes all over the back of its horrible looking pelt. Porter SCREAMS, weakly, and then... silence. LAWRENCE God! Jared keeps his head turned -- he can't stand to look. Lawrence can't stand to look away. Bones CRUNCH -- flesh TEARS -- as the Wendigo really digs in to its meal. The spook guard is on his knees, chanting along with the others -- something in tongues -- altogether creepy. Suddenly, a large rough hand reaches around and covers the guard's mouth. In a split second, the guard's throat is opened up by a blade across his neck. Chief Fox is there, holding a bloody hunting knife. The Chief looks banged-up and exhausted, but... very much alive. He lowers the guard quietly to the ground as blood jets from his neck and stains the snow. The Chief looks to Jared and holds his finger to his lips. Lawrence watches him, wide-eyed, as he uses a tomahawk to break the chains on their cuffs -- freeing them. A nearby spook is alerted and comes racing up the hill toward them -- Chief Fox turns and throws... WHOP. WHOP. WHOP. The tomahawk blade buries itself into the spook's face, putting him down like a sack of meat. The Wendigo devours a mouthful of bloody entrails and peers up toward the Chief and Jared -- it is not pleased. THE WENDIGO Reeeeeaaaaaaaacckkkkkkk! ADELE Who dares disturb an offering to our Lord!? Chief Fox pries his tomahawk free of the dead spook's skull and quickly gets Lawrence and Jared to their feet. CHIEF FOX Come. Hurry! Jared looks down at Porter -- or what's left of her. The Chief pulls him away. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) Come on! The three of them all haul ass into the woods. The Wendigo turns to Adele, angry. Adele looks up into the woods after the Chief. Her gaze lowers -- a maniacal villain with an evil master plan. ADELE I always knew you had a soft spot for the young ones, Chief -- for your daughter we took from you, but still, you and your people remain. Adele grows angry. She turns to the hulking beast. ADELE (CONT'D) Kill them! Spread his pieces across the land so that all may see! The Wendigo turns, bounds up the hill, and disappears into the woods. Adele smiles a sick twisted grin -- The Queen. EXT. WOODS -- MOMENTS LATER Chief Fox, Jared, and Lawrence run through the trees and snow. JARED Where's Christine?! LAWRENCE (panting) Who?! JARED The other girl! LAWRENCE I don't know! They continue on through the snowdrift. The Chief bounds expertly forward like a galloping caribou. JARED (panting, to Chief Fox) I thought you were dead back there. CHIEF FOX (panting) Nearly. The young one... he was not so lucky. I tried to hold them off... but, there were too many. I escaped into the trees. The Chief leads the group toward the western woods. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) This way. Lawrence grabs Jared's arm -- he pulls him the opposite direction. LAWRENCE (coughing/panting) No. Where are you going old man? The road is this way. Tree limbs BREAK somewhere behind them as the Wendigo crashes through the forrest after them. THE WENDIGO Reeeeeaacccckk! There is no time. The Chief shakes his head. CHIEF FOX No. Too dangerous. LAWRENCE I'm telling you... Jared looks at them both -- he must make a gut decision, and fast. He hikes up toward the Chief. LAWRENCE (CONT'D) Well fuck you then! Do what you want, I'm goin' home. Jared joins the Chief and they quickly hike up into the trees. Lawrence runs through the snow to the southeast behind them. EXT. ROAD THROUGH THE WOODS -- MOMENTS LATER Lawrence runs out of the woods, tumbles down a snowbank, and spills out on to the road. LAWRENCE (to himself) Damn it! Fuckin... crazy... sonofa... Lawrence picks himself up and looks into the woods -- safe for now. LAWRENCE (CONT'D) (nervous, to himself) Gonna get my truck and git the fuck off of this mountain. I've had it... Suddenly, a pair of bright lights illuminate Lawrence. He shields his eyes as he makes out the headlights of a truck parked down the road -- Bill's Ranger Bronco. LAWRENCE (CONT'D) (grave) That you, Bill? BOOM. A shot rings out and Lawrence's neck explodes -- he goes down coughing and gagging as blood jets out on to the roadway. ON RANGER BILL Bill lowers his rifle and comes out from behind the Bronco's open door. He slowly walks up the road looking like a demon from hell -- backlit by the Bronco's bright headlights. Lawrence squirms on the ground, struggling to breath. Bill steps up near him and watches him for a moment with morbid fascination. RANGER BILL You know, Lawrence, in a way, I kind of always thought of you as family... Bill COCKS the rifle and lowers it down at his head. RANGER BILL (CONT'D) ...but you ain't. BOOM. A round STRIKES Lawrence's head -- his squirming stops. EXT. CREEK IN THE WOODS -- JUST THEN Bill's rifle shot ECHOES throughout the mountain as Chief Fox leads Jared over a snowbank and into a partially frozen creek. The Chief points downstream. CHIEF FOX This way. Use the rocks if you must, but stay in the water, it will spread our scent -- give us more time. They climb over some rocks, wade into the icy cold water, and make their way down the mountain through the creek. Somewhere in the woods behind them, trees CRASH and branches BREAK, as the Wendigo pursues. Jared stops and turns toward the woods. The water continues to TRICKLE down over the rocks -- despite everything, it is almost peaceful. All at once, Porter's death finally hits him -- he begins to cry. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) She is in the spirit world now. Safe. Jared nods, fighting back tears. The Chief looks into the woods behind them nervously. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) We must keep going. He is faster than you think. The Chief pulls Jared along. EXT. LAKE -- MINUTES LATER The creek leads them both to a lake, partially frozen near its banks -- almost completely claimed by the onset of the Canadian winter. Further up the mountain, the Wendigo continues to pursue them. THE WENDIGO Reeeeacckkkk! Chief Fox bounds over to some nearby trees and drags out an old wooden canoe hidden under the brush. Inside, there is a tangle of ropes and a set of paddles. Jared runs over and helps the Chief drag the canoe through the snow and on to a big patch of ice that has formed over the inlet near the mouth of the creek. The December ice holds them but it still CRACKS here and there under their feet. The Chief positions the canoe into the middle of the ice patch and stops. He looks toward the creek and toward the open water of the lake and gauges the distance. CHIEF FOX Here. This is good. This will work. The Chief quickly pulls the mess of ropes out of the canoe and begins separating them out. Jared looks up at him, confused. He motions toward the open water -- the best escape route they could hope for. JARED What are you doin'? We're not stoppin' here? The Chief nods, not looking up, as he begins to expertly tie off knots and loops in the ropes. Trees CRASH and branches SNAP somewhere in the woods above the creek. The Chief continues to work feverishly with the ropes, pressed for time. CHIEF FOX (busy) Tonight, it has taken the girl you loved, and its masters have taken my nephew. Every season there seems to be more of them, and every year we are fewer. (beat) No longer do I run. The Chief takes the other ends of the ropes and begins to fasten them to the canoe's bench-seat. He ties the ropes off over and over -- really getting them secure. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) (busy) Not long ago, it killed only Algonquian. No one would listen. When we are gone, it will hunger for all: white man, Algonquian, children. By then its masters will be powerless to stop it. They believe it makes them strong -- like Gods. But a demon has no Gods, only thirst, only hunger. The Chief leans back on the ropes, testing the knots with his weight. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) It will get worse. (beat) I have promised to kill it... and it must be done now. (beat) No more shall it feed. The Chief stops his work and stares into Jared's eyes, deadly serious. The CRASHING in the trees above them draws closer. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) Will you help me? After a brief moment, Jared nods. The Chief hands him a line of rope. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) Good. Take this. EXT. LAKE / ICE PATCH -- MINUTES LATER It is quiet. The Chief's canoe sits in the middle of the ice patch. Chief Fox and Jared are gone. For a few long moments... nothing... then finally -- -- we see the Wendigo cautiously emerge from the creek in the woods and step on to the ice. The massive beast sniffs this way and that as it approaches the canoe. The huge thing is coated in blood. Blood drips from its teeth, along with steaming slobber, creating a trail of red dots across the ice. The Wendigo looks into the canoe -- empty. Suddenly, a rope is wrapped around its neck from behind and is tightened into a noose. The beast screams -- THE WENDIGO Reeeeeeacckkkk! Chief Fox is there on the ice behind the beast, pulling his "lasso" tight. CHIEF FOX Now! Jared runs out from his hiding place in the trees toward the canoe. He hits the canoe running and begins to push the boat across the ice, toward the open water, with all his strength. The furious Wendigo turns and charges Chief Fox, who releases its "leash", but the beast is suddenly pulled backward, slipping on the ice, as the slack in the rope becomes taught -- the other end tied off to the canoe's seat. The Wendigo is pulled, like a dog, across the ice -- choking on its "collar". But the beast proves to be too heavy for Jared to drag and the canoe looses its momentum and stops. Jared pushes the canoe, SCREAMING with all his might, but the massive Wendigo won't budge any further. The Wendigo gets to its feet, seizes the line of rope, and begins to pull Jared and the canoe toward it -- hand over hand. Jared tries to dig his toes into the ice, but it's no use, he is heavily out-matched -- the canoe begins to slip backwards with him still trying to push behind it. Jared looses ground as he is pulled closer and closer to the beast's mighty claws -- he'll be ripped apart for sure. Chief Fox runs across the ice and secures a second rope around the Wendigo's ankle and pulls, tightening a second "noose". THE WENDIGO Reeeeeeeaccckkk! The Wendigo takes a swipe at the Chief with those razor-sharp claws but the Chief slides across the ice, underneath its reach, and sprints for Jared and the canoe, still holding his new "leash" and pulling. The slack on the rope tightens and suddenly the Wendigo finds its feet out from under it -- slipping again on the ice which CRACKS under its massive weight. The Chief joins Jared at the back of the canoe and digs his toes into the ice. CHIEF FOX Now, PUSH! The canoe slides across the ice, dragging the Wendigo like a dog-sled. As they near the end of the ice patch, the thinning layer under their feet begins to BREAK and SHATTER. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) Get in! Jared jumps into the canoe, grabs a paddle, and begins to paddle with every ounce of strength he can muster. The Wendigo attempts to right itself, struggling for a foothold, but the ropes around its ankle and neck pull it far too off balance. Within moments, it is dragged across the outer thinning layer of ice and is plunged into the freezing cold water of the lake. THE WENDIGO Reeeeeacck! The Chief jumps into the canoe and joins in with the second paddle. CHIEF FOX Keep paddling! The Wendigo is pulled into the open water. It thrashes about, panicking, as the ice cold water begins to attack its nervous system. The beast throws its big arms about and swims toward the canoe -- its best hope for survival. Chief Fox throws his paddle aside and pulls out his tomahawk. JARED What are you doing?! The Chief begins to WHACK at the bottom of the canoe with the tomahawk blade like a man possessed -- hitting at it over and over -- SPLITTING and SPLINTERING wood. CHIEF FOX No more do I run! JARED You'll drown us! The Chief continues to HACK away -- the canoe begins to take on a dangerous amount of water as the bottom breaks apart. CHIEF FOX No more shall it feed! The Wendigo reaches the canoe and seizes the back end with its claw. It pulls and tugs, attempting to capsize them both. Jared turns around and WHACKS the beast across the face with his paddle. THE WENDIGO Reeeeeeackkkkk! It all seems in vain, however, as the canoe begins to sink, going down fast. The Wendigo reaches back up toward the canoe. Jared winds up again for another strike, when suddenly, he sees the beast, truly, for the first time: Its snout is black with blood, dirt, and grime. Its jagged teeth protrude from under black festering gums. Its glowing demon eyes turn from an expression of cannibalistic rage to one of genuine fear and panic as Jared WHACKS the canoe paddle on to its grasping claws. The thing knows all to well -- it is dying. The Chief finally breaks the blade on his tomahawk and the canoe sinks further under the icy water. CHIEF FOX Go! We must swim! The Chief pushes Jared into the lake and dives in after him. They both bob up, panting and breathing hard. The shock of the freezing water hits them like a jolt of electricity. The Wendigo finally pulls itself on to the canoe, but its no use -- the canoe sinks under the water. The beast thrashes about, in its final attempts, toward Jared. It desperately GASPS for breath between GUTTURAL MOANS... ...but the noose around its neck suddenly becomes a strangling anchor and it pulls the exhausted thing under the water and down to the bottom of the lake. The Chief and Jared tread water frantically, breathing hard. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) It's gone... he's gone. The Chief swims over to Jared who looks like he is already beginning to black out from the water temperature. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) Swim! Keep moving! The Chief and Jared swim across the lake painfully slowly as their limbs begin to freeze up and their nervous systems shut down. The ice forming on their clothes begin to pull them under the water. They both tremble horribly. CHIEF FOX (CONT'D) Come..... hurrrrrrryyyy.... Finally, they both manage to BREAK through the outer ice and reach the side of the lake. EXT. WOODS NEAR LAKE The Chief gets out on to land and pulls Jared up on to the snow. He rolls Jared, who has nearly seized up, in the snowdrift. CHIEF FOX Thisss.... will... heelllp.... collects the... mmmmmouisture... warm... you... The Chief and Jared hug each other, massaging each other's limbs -- getting the blood flowing again. It's a moment. ADELE (O.S.) How precious. Chief Fox and Jared turn to see Adele, dressed in her black hooded cloak, flanked by two SPOOKS and Ranger Bill. One of the spooks holds a large hunting knife, while Bill grips his deadly rifle. ADELE (CONT'D) (to Jared) It sure didn't take you too long to find another lover. And you call yourself a Marine? I thought your guys' motto was to never run from a fight. Jared and Chief Fox stand before them trembling, exhausted, and spent, and slowly freezing to death in the cold wind. Resistance would be impossible. ADELE (CONT'D) (to Jared) Well, you sure left your girl back there in a hurry. I hope he was worth it. The spooks walk around and seize both of them, wrestling them to kneeling positions before Adele. The first spook places his hunting knife against the Chief's neck. ADELE (CONT'D) And here he is, the mighty Chief Fox. Tell me something, Chief, what the hell more incentive do you need than a cannibalistic psychopath fucking monster to get your grimy pow-wow people the hell off our land? CHIEF FOX (trembling) My... people... have been here... hundreds of years. Long before... your ships ever set sail. Our mark is everywhere... in these trees. ADELE Yea, spare me the history lesson of you backward primates rooting around in igloos and caves until we came. The only mark you ever made on a tree was pissing against it. You disgusting, monkey. CHIEF FOX You speak... with lies,... and you know it. We are a proud,... strong people. We will... never leave... We would rather die. ADELE Yea, I'm getting that impression. Guess with our pal, Pee-Wee gone, were gonna have to switch over to plan B. Adele seizes the Chief's jaw, pulling his face toward her. ADELE (CONT'D) (evil) And believe me, B. is sooo much messier. Adele releases him and unsheathes her long machete. ADELE (CONT'D) Any last words, Chief? The Chief looks up at her with hard, determined eyes -- fearless. CHIEF FOX I have nothing to say to you, witch.... I have killed the Wendigo.... My God is pleased. This seems to push a button in Adele and she brings the machete down over the Chief's neck, severing his head. Jared turns away as blood spills across his face. JARED Christ! ADELE (to the Chief's corpse) Yea? Well my God is a raving bitch right now. The spook releases the mighty Chief's body and it slumps to the ground. Adele kicks the severed head and it rolls down to the ice -- PLOP. Jared tries to struggle, but it's useless -- his frozen limbs don't seem to respond to the commands from his head. ADELE (CONT'D) Well I'd love to take you on out of here with a proper firing squad, soldier, but that's just not going to happen. The second spook forces Jared's head down as Adele raises her machete. She pauses a moment -- toying with him. ADELE (CONT'D) Oh, what am I saying? You're not a Marine anymore. You left. So maybe I'll just cut your balls off and feed them to my pit bull. How'd that be? JARED (weakly) Get fucked, bitch... Adele raises the long blade back above her head, when -- BOOM. A rifle shot rings out from the woods above the lake. Adele drops the machete as her hand is hit. She SCREAMS, cursing. Before anyone can act, another shot rings out -- BOOM -- and strikes the spook holding Jared. The round pierces the spook's skull and he is dropped on to the ice. Everyone scatters. Ranger Bill dives behind a large boulder and Adele and Jared hit the ground -- searching for cover. Adele grabs the first spook and pulls him in front of her, using the man as a human shield. BOOM. A third shot blows through the brains of Adele's "shield", leaving her exposed. This time Ranger Bill has spotted the muzzle flash of a rifle up in the woods above them. ADELE What are you waiting for, Dad?! Bill takes aim with his own rifle from behind the boulder. RANGER BILL I got 'im. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Bill fires up into the woods at... DAVE -- -- who takes cover behind a large tree. Dave reloads his rifle, spins around, and fires another succession of shots down at Bill -- BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. ON BILL: As Dave's expertly placed shots SMASH into the boulder just above Bill's head -- forcing him down for cover. ON ADELE: She uses the moment to get up and sprint out of the area and into the woods. Jared jumps up and goes after her. ON BILL: As he tries to get his rifle back up over the boulder and get a bead on Dave. BOOM. BOOM. Another two shots RICOCHET off the top of the boulder and pin him back down. RANGER BILL (CONT'D) (calling out) Christ, who's that? That you, Dave? Bill gets up and fires a well placed shot into Dave's tree -- BOOM. ON DAVE: DAVE (calling down) You suck, Bill! Dave spins back around the tree and fires another volley of shots down at Bill -- BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. ON BILL: As he crawls back down behind the boulder -- pinned down. RANGER BILL (to himself) Sonofabitch. EXT. WOODS ABOVE LAKE -- JUST THEN Jared moves along slowly, his blood slowly circulating back into his frozen limbs. He follows Adele through the woods above the lake, but suddenly, she is gone -- swallowed by the darkness. Jared stops and listens, spinning around -- there is no trace of her. JARED (whispers to himself) Fuck! Jared picks a direction and runs up a slope. EXT. DAVE'S TRUCK -- A FEW MINUTES LATER Jared comes upon a hidden access road where Dave's 4WD sits parked. There is no sign of Adele anywhere. Bill and Dave's gunfight ECHO throughout the mountain. Jared is still shivering horribly -- teeth chattering. He runs around to the truck's driver's side door and tries the handle -- it's open. INT. DAVE'S TRUCK Jared jumps in the truck and rummages around in the back seat, finding an extra set of thermals, a blanket, and various hunting gear. Jared quickly puts on a thermal shirt, a pair of gloves, and wraps himself up in the blanket, desperately trying to bring up his body temperature. Under Dave's mess of things in the back, Jared notices an expensive compound hunting bow and a set of bolts/arrows. EXT. WOODS NEAR LAKE -- JUST THEN Dave and Bill continue to take shots at one another and reload their rifles. BOOM. BOOM. -- BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Bill squirms around the side of his boulder, aims, and fires -- BOOM. Bill's round pierces Dave's exposed leg. Dave spins back around his tree, cursing. Bill ducks back behind his boulder as Dave fires a few return shots in anger -- BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. RANGER BILL (calling out) Got you there good that time, didn't I? Although injured badly, Dave plays it up and MOANS like he is dying -- as he carefully aims his rifle down at Bill's boulder, just waiting for the Ranger to pop back up into view. DAVE (calling down) Yea, Bill, you got me... I always knew you were a good shot. Everybody does, eh. Kinda' reminds me of that shot you took on that ten point buck that I put down, that you took all the credit for. Dave, aims, steady as a rock. RANGER BILL Why, you, sonofa... Bill takes aim over the boulder when... BOOM. Dave's perfect shot pierces Bill's eye and blows out the back of his skull. Bill's lifeless mass slides back behind the boulder -- done. DAVE Asshole. INT. DAVE'S TRUCK -- JUST THEN Jared is still wrapped up in Dave's blanket. The color begins to return to his face as he gains his strength back. Jared's breath fogs up the windshield as he continues to warm himself up. EXT. WOODS NEAR LAKE Dave ties off his wounded leg with a handkerchief around his upper thigh. The leg bleeds profusely on to the snow. DAVE Shit! Unseen behind him, a figure begins to emerge from the dark woods -- a female figure. The figure creeps up behind Dave and jumps out -- DAVE (CONT'D) Jesus Murphy! It's Christine. DAVE (CONT'D) Christ, you scared me! Where have you been? (looks into the woods) Where's your friend? Christine shakes her head. CHRISTINE Are you gonna be alright? Dave doesn't notice, but Christine has lost her southern accent. DAVE Yea, yea, but let's get out of here. Here. Help me up for a minute, honey. Christine helps him to his feet -- her arm around his waist. She reaches for something on Dave's belt -- his hunting knife. DAVE (CONT'D) (confused) What are you doin'? Christine pulls out the knife and plunges the blade into Dave's stomach, twisting it over and over in knots -- Dave GROANS. CHRISTINE Payback, you sonofabitch! Christine drops Dave to the ground. He squirms there a moment, wide-eyed. She reaches down, grabs his rifle, and spits into his face. Dave dies. Still injured, Christine limps up into the woods. INT. DAVE'S TRUCK Jared watches out the fogged up windshield closely. Suddenly, Adele emerges from the trees, creeping around, carefully exploring the road. Jared freezes -- she will seem him for sure. He opens up the truck door a crack, ready to make his escape, when... Something catches Adele's attention down in the woods. She stops and turns around as... Christine approaches. JARED (whispers to himself) Christine! Jared is about to jump out the door when suddenly, Adele and Christine begin talking to one another like the closest of friends -- Christine lowers Dave's rifle as Adele gestures at her about something. Jared's jaw works over and over, clenching, as he realizes all at once, he's been deceived. EXT. DAVE'S TRUCK -- JUST THEN Adele and Christine whisper to one another frantically. CHRISTINE Dad's dead. Adele takes this in, seething. ADELE Did you see the other one? Christine shakes her head. CHRISTINE No. Adele turns toward Dave's truck and notices the fogged up windshield. Quietly, she gestures to Christine who raises Dave's rifle at the truck. They both slowly creep around to the driver's side door which remains cracked open. Christine gets the rifle into position. Adele nods at her and swings the door open wide -- but the truck is empty. Adele sticks her head in and looks around -- nothing. ADELE Alright, get in. INT. DAVE'S TRUCK Adele jumps into the driver's seat while Christine runs around and gets in the passenger door. Adele searches the ignition and rummages around the truck, through the glove-box, the visors -- searching for keys. Adele gives Christine a scowling look. CHRISTINE What? ADELE Didn't you get the keys? Christine shakes her head. CHRISTINE I thought you had them. ADELE This isn't my fucking truck you dumb, bitch. They both give each other a look and exit the truck. EXT. WOODS NEAR LAKE / NEAR DAVE'S BODY -- A FEW MINUTES LATER Adele bounds down the slope in the snow while Christine covers the woods around them with the rifle. Adele searches through Dave's coat and shirt pockets -- finally finding a set of keys in his pants. ADELE Got 'em. Let's go. A VOICE IN THE WOODS Now I understand everythin'. Adele freezes. Christine pulls the rifle up to her shoulder, aiming it wildly at the dark woods that surround them. The voice could have come from anywhere, but the owner is undeniable -- JARED (O.S.) Guess we all made for the perfect victims. ADELE That you, Jared? You still alive, sugarplum? Christine can't find him in the dark -- the direction of Jared's voice keeps changing, like he is circling them -- toying with them. JARED (O.S.) If we disappeared, who would come lookin' for us? Especially up here. A neat and tidy sacrifice, to scare off the locals. (beat) Or are you just a thief? A dark shape seems to move about the trees like a panther. Christine takes aim, but suddenly, it is gone -- swallowed by the darkness. JARED (O.S.) (CONT'D) Tommy and I had our own reasons for leavin', but Porter, she only came because she loved me... (beat) ...and you massacred her for it. Sweat drips down Christine's face, nothing but shadows and trees surround her -- where is he? JARED (O.S.) (CONT'D) Love. But I suppose you wouldn't know anything about that, would you, "Christine"? Suddenly, a shadow moves above them, darting across the trees -- Christine takes aim. CHRISTINE Fuck yo...! ZIIIIP. An arrow bolt pierces Christine's face, through her cheeks, and pegs her to a tree -- she drops the rifle and fires wildly -- BOOM. ADELE Fucker! Adele picks up the rifle and fires above them into the trees -- BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. But Jared has already disappeared. Christine tries to scream, but it's impossible with her face "nailed" to the tree. Tears run down her cheeks. Adele tries to help her pull the arrow free from the tree, but it's no use, it is dug in too deep -- Christine won't be going anywhere. CHRISTINE (crying) Aaa....de....help.... Adele reaches down to Dave's body, finds some ammo, and reloads the rifle. She looks up at Christine and shrugs her shoulders. ADELE Sorry, sis. Adele runs down through the trees, leaving her sister in a silent scream. EXT. WOODS NEAR LAKE Adele attempts to double back toward Dave's truck, when suddenly... ZIIIIP. Another arrow sails past her and she is forced to turn around, back toward the lake. ON JARED (HIDDEN IN THE DARK): Jared is dressed in Dave's blanket, which he has fashioned into a poncho. His face, ears, and skin, have been covered and camouflaged with mud. He holds on to Dave's compound bow like a hunter -- stalking -- like John Rambo. Jared's black-gloved hands pull on the bow, readying another arrow, as he moves through the trees after Adele. ON ADELE: Adele pushes through the snow, waving that rifle about madly. JARED (O.S.) I've never met a more ignorant, racist, kinfolk than yours. (beat) So what's your excuse, Adele, or are you just crazy? Adele turns, aims the rifle -- ADELE Fuck you! BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. She fires uselessly into the trees, her injured hand making it tough, hitting nothing but shadows and trees -- wasting ammo. JARED (O.S.) Hey. You haven't pissed yourself, yet, have you? Adele waves that rifle around. She is, in fact, trembling, truly frightened for the first time in her life -- the hunter becoming the hunted. JARED (O.S.) (CONT'D) You know, I reckon I'll be puttin' down your whole family tonight. What, with your Dad dead and gone there, Christine left to rot, hangin' from a tree... (beat) ...I wonder where mom is? Or did you feed her to one of your pets? A dark shape jumps between the trees and Adele fires -- BOOM. BOOM. Still, hitting nothing. ZIIIIP. Another bolt comes sailing down from the trees and impales Adele's leg. She SCREAMS and fires again -- BOOM. BOOM. Adele is losing it -- coming to tears now. She limps over to a tree and attempts to keep the rifle steady with her bad leg. Shadows and shapes dance about in the dark woods above her. JARED (O.S.) (CONT'D) You know, my uncle once said to me while huntin'. He said, "boy, you is like one of them injuns, nuthin' escapes your bow." ON JARED: As he emerges from the dark, stalking down toward Adele. JARED (CONT'D) "It's too bad the English brought their gunpowder to the New World, 'cause you would have been one deadly soldier." Jared pulls the bow back and fires -- ON ADELE: ZIIIIPPP. Another bolt impales her opposite leg -- she SCREAMS again, horribly frustrated and frightened. ADELE Aaaaaahhhhh! Adele fires her rifle over and over into the trees -- BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. -- then, CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. -- out of ammo. Adele drops the rifle and runs/hobbles, in pain, down to the lake. She picks up her machete, raising it over her head, ready to strike. For a brief moment, it's quiet. Winds HOWL over the lake. Adele pants and trembles. When suddenly -- -- Jared leaps out from the darkness and tackles Adele on to the ice -- the machete goes sliding away. Adele forces herself up, the bolts in her legs shooting shards of pain through her. She hobbles over for the machete, but Jared grabs her ankles and brings her back down on to the ice. Jared jumps up, but they are locked in struggle, almost like two hockey players, fighting for control of the machete. They tumble to the ice again and Jared SMASHES Adele's chin down on the ice -- blood blows. Jared jumps up, grabs the machete, and pins Adele down. He raises the blade over his head and then brings it down, over and over, on to Adele's left arm -- she SCREAMS bloody murder as her arm is severed within a few strokes. JARED That was for Porter! Adele claws and scratches at Jared's face with her other hand, but Jared pins her arm down to the ice and brings the machete down again, over and over, severing her right arm. JARED (CONT'D) That was for Tommy! Jared gets up and throws the machete away. Adele is SCREAMING at the top of her lungs. She squirms there on the ice -- the stumps of her arms leak blood everywhere -- her useless injured legs kick and squirm smearing the mess beneath her. Jared stands above her for a moment and then grabs her by the ankles. JARED (CONT'D) And this... this is for me! Jared swings Adele around, her stumps flailing about wildly, and flings her across the ice toward the open icy water of the lake. She slides across the ice like a giant bloody hockey puck and lands with a splash -- PLUNK. Jared takes a breath and slowly approaches the open water. Adele bobs up and down, panting heavily, trying to tread the icy water with her stump arms and with her arrow impaled legs. JARED (CONT'D) You know, I once read in a Marine survival manual that the exposed skin of an average person will freeze inside of four minutes in water like this. The consciousness clouds in seven, and death follows in fifteen to twenty. Adele continues to fight as her clothes and hair begin to ice up -- weighing her down. JARED (CONT'D) Some paramedics might even tell you that a person can still be revived a short while after that... Jared scans the woods around the lake -- they are completely alone. JARED (CONT'D) ...but, I doubt anyone will be comin' for you. Adele's limbs, or what's left of them, are nearly frozen, she makes a noble last effort and then begins to sink. JARED (CONT'D) Have a nice swim. As Jared turns back toward the bank, Adele sinks under the water. Jared walks across the ice and sits down on the snow near a tree. He lets out a breath and runs his fingers through his hair -- tears stand in his eyes. Over the mountains, dawn rises, casting a beautiful blue glow over the lake -- magic hour. As we DOLLY BACK over the lake, near where our Wendigo beast drowned, we stop over the water -- where one solitary bubble rises to the surface and breaks -- BLOOP. FADE OUT. THE END -- OR IS IT?
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