148     BACK TO SCENE/SCHAEFER                               148

runs like a madman, the SOUND of the Hunter's FOOTSTEPS
close behind.  He's losing ground.  He knows he's going
to die.

Schaefer SHOUTS.  Suddenly the ground before him
COLLAPSES and he disappears from sight.

149     EXT. CANYON WALL - DAY                               149

In a shower of leaves, flailing arms and legs, Schaefer
crashes through the trees at the canyon's edge, free
falling into space.

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With a sickening IMPACT, he hits the branches of the
first trees lining the canyon and falls, a hundred feet,
through one canopy after another, desperately grabbing
for limbs and branched to break his fall.

He hits the bottom branches of the list line of trees,
impacting crosschest on a large BRANCH, knocking his
wind out.

Semi-conscious, he hangs momentarily before he slides
off, fingers digging into the bark, falling another ten
feet into the swiftly moving river.

150     EXT. RIVER - DAY                                     150

Weighted down by his boots and clothing, Schaefer
struggles to stay afloat.  Gasping for air he ducks
underwater, untying one of his boots.  He surfaces,
fills his lungs and dives again, releasing the other
boot.  He surfaces, strips off his shirt and pants and
begins to swim towards shore, stroking with one arm.

151     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY                           151

As he nears the edge of the precipice from which
Schaefer has fallen.  The Hunter in close pursuit does
not hesitate but LAUNCHES himself off the cliff in
a spectacular LEAP, streaking downward towards the tops
of the trees that grow out from the canyon wall.

The Hunter tears through the canopy of the first tree,
the branches and leaves rushing past in a KALEIDOSCOPIC
BLUR.

The Hunter bounds off of one branch after another,
moving through the trees as an expert skier might
negotiate a series of downhill gates.

The Hunter leaps free of one tree, bounds across twenty
feet of open space to a large branch of a huge tree,
affording a good view of the river below.  From his
vantage point, looking down at the windening, slowing
expanse of river, Schaefer is nowhere to be seen.

152     EXT. SCHAEFER - DAY                                  152

He is swept into a still FASTER CURRENT and is carried
helplessly downstream.  Boiling WHITEWATER appears.

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Out of control he is swept through a series of rapids,
pulling his further and further downstream until he is
finally ducked into the undertow and hurled over the
top of a six foot falls, driven deep underwater by the
pounding force of the water.

153     EXT. POOL AT BASE OF FALLS - DAY                     153

There is no sign of Schaefer.  Precious seconds pass.
Slowly, looking like a drowned rat, he surfaces, taking
a feeble breath.  He is nearly finished, his energy
sapped.  But the water is calm and a few strokes are
enough to carry him near the shore.  His feet hit
bottom.

He tries to stand but pitches headfirst into the thick
MUD SLURRY at the river bank.  With his last ounce of
strength, he crawls, panting and gasping into a
sheltered mud OVERHANG, collapsing beside the exposed
ROOT-SYSTEM OF A DEAD TREE, his body completely covered
in thick, gray MUD.

Nearly unconscious, he raises his head and looks to the
opposite side of the river, scanning the bank.  There is
no sign of the Hunter.  He collapses in relief.  He's
escaped.

Suddenly, the Hunter impacts the water, throwing up a
huge SPLASH.  He stands up in the waist deep water.  As
the water streams off of his body, the chameleon effect
rapidly changes, struggling to match the shifting color
patterns of the shimmering water.

His glaring yellow orbs stare directly at the spot where
Schaefer lies helplessly trapped.

The Hunter surges forward, relentlessly closing in on
this prey.

154     SCHAEFER                                             154

is frozen in terror, paralyzed with fear, his eyes
locked ontothe incredible creature that is about to
kill him.

155     EXT. HUNTER - DAY                                    155

Closing rapidly, another ten feet.  He leaves the water
and walks through the mud, stopping, towering over
Schaefer.

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156     EXT. SCHAEFER'S P.O.V. - DAY                         156

As the Hunter's feet surge though the mud and stop,
three feet away.

157     EXT. SCHAEFER - DAY                                  157

Realizing his life is about to end, closes his eyes,
awaiting the Hunter's killing blow.

158     EXT. HUNTER'S EYES - DAY                             158

The fierce yellow orbs look downward.

159     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - DAY                           159

He's looking directly at Schaefer, EXCEPT HE CAN'T
SEE HIM.

He can clearly see the EXPOSED ROOT-SYSTEM, but because
of the heavy mud blocking Schaefer's body heat, Schaefer
registers in the Hunter's vision as merely an indistinct
lump of clay, unrecognizable to the Hunter as a human
being.

He scans the bank, searching, looking for heat sources.
Detecting none he moves on sounding a questioning TRILL
several times.

160     BACK TO SCENE/SCHAEFER                               160

disbelieving that he's still alive, opens one eye,
SEEING the Hunter's feet move away, his prehensile
spurs dragging in the mud.  He rounds a bend and
disappears, heading for the undergrowth.

Astonished, he tries to raise up on his hands but a
sudden jabbing pain in his shoulder causes him to
collapse, falling onto his side, unconscious in the
mud.

161     EXT. RIVER - DAY                                     161

As a HUEY ATTACK HELICOPTER breaks over the top of the
ridge, diving forward, moving down the canyon.  The
chopper flares up into a holding pattern.

In the open doorway, a SOLDIER searches the top of
the canyon with binoculars.  Seeing no sign of life,
the chopper flies on, disappearing down the canyon
rim.

162     BACK TO SCENE/SCHAEFER                               162

lies unconscious in the mud, the distant SOUND of the
helicopter THRUMPING into the distance.

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163     EXT. ANNA - DAY                                      163

She runs into a clearing, stopping momentarily, gasping
for breath.  She is startled by a sudden movement
behind her.  She spins, looking.  There is nothing
there.  She runs on.

164     EXT. THE CANYON - DAY (DUSK)                         164

Schaefer GASPS as his eyes bolt open in fear.  As if
the Hunter were still attacking, Schaefer rolls to his
feet and runs, slogging through the THICK MUD, stumbling,
lunging forward, gasping for breath.

Schaefer spins and staggers backwards into a shallow
POOL, scuttling, crablike into the chest deep water.
Schaefer backs into the moss-covered wall by the
waterfall, looking for movement, regaining his senses.

As the water settles, he looks down, SEEING the image
of himself, reflected in the pool; his hair and face
covered in THICK CLAY.  He stares, mesmerized at the
image.

He lifts his arm from the water, his fingers wiping the
MUD from his face, exposing a PATCH of SKIN.  He studies
the mud in his hand and then looks at the image of
himself in the water, SEEING the exposed skin.  HE
stares at it, a wave of realization rushing through
his mind.  He places the mud back on his face, again
looking at his image.

SCHAEFER
You couldn't see me.

He looks up, out into the failing light, at the treeline
of the deepening forest, realizing that fate has given
him a fighting chance.  Slowly a look of vengeance and
hatred crosses over his face.

165     EXT. CLAY BANK - NIGHT                               165

Using his MACHETE he carves MAGNESIUM SHAVINGS from a
fire block into a pile of KINDLING.  He removes a match
from the hollow handle of the machete, also containing
a coil of PIANO WIRE, GREEN TAPE and MEDICAL SUPPLIES.
He lights the shavings which burn with a brilliant white
light.  Schaefer shelters the fire with a banana leaf
until the flame dies down.  He feeds the fire with more
kindling, fanning it with a leaf.

165-A   SCHAEFER - BOW AND ARROW MONTAGE - NIGHT (LATER)     166

Holding a three foot section of FIRE-HARDENED sapling
between his feet and shoulder, he scrapes the char
from the seasoned wood with his machete.

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He bends the bow and attaches a long piece of PIANO
WIRE to one end, carefully wrapping it for strength,
using strips of green tape to cover the sides of the
wire where the nock of the arrow will fit.

He attaches split quilled FEATHERS with fishing line to
an ARROW,  its tip fashioned into a series of barbs,
rubbing them to a polished hardness against a smooth
stone.  When finished he places the arrow on the ground
next to three other identical arrows.

SCHAEFER
One chance, that's all.

166     EXT. CLAY BANK - NIGHT                               166

Schaefer is pounding a peeled root between two stones.
He pauses to drool saliva into the pulpy mass.  He
scrapes the milky substance onto a BANANA LEAF, mixing
it with a sticky SAP, holding it over the coals until
the mixture steams.

Schaefer coats the arrow tips with the sticky poison,
holding them over the coals until the sap bubbles and
smokes.  He spins the arrows in his hands, blowing on
the tips to cool and harden the mixture.

Using the tip of his machete, he pries open the casing
of one of the 40MM grenades, discarding the warhead.  He
dumps the PROPELLANT POWDER from the shell onto a leaf,
mixing that with a mound of MAGNESIUM SHAVINGS.

He opens the narrow, tight roll of GAUZE taken from the
first aid kit of the machete handle, fluffing it into a
large, loose BUNDLE, the size of a baseball.  He pours
the powder-mixture into the gauze, mixing it into the
fabric.

He transfers the ball of explosive ladened gauze to a
pliable DRY LEAF, closing it into a bundle, binding it
at the top with a long strand of jungle-grass.

He twists the remaining gauze around a MATCH, leaving
the head exposed, forming a self-striking FUSE.

He coats the fuse with SAP and then thickly covers it
with more powder from the 40MM grenade.  He pokes the
fuse down into the leaf.  Taking a long strand of JUNGLE
GRASS he makes a large loop, tying it onto the grenade,
slipping the loop and grenade over his head.

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Finally, using several sections of BAMBOO of differing
diameters, he fashions a crude, anti-personnel
SPEAR-BOMB, a BANG-STICK like weapon, using the
sharpened TONGUE from his belt buckle for a FIRING PIN
and a 40MM GRENADE from his belt pouch as an explosive
charge.

167     EXT. RIVER'S EDGE - NIGHT                            167

Schaefer appears, he has covered him entire body with a
variety of CLAYS and OCHERS, creating a mottled, EARTHEN
CAMOUFLAGE pattern.

Holding his weapons in one hand, he moves up the canyon,
ascending into a rising boulder field.

167-A   EXT. BOULDER FIELD - NIGHT                           167-A

Where the river flows into a series of falls and pools,
surrounded by massive boulders and table top rocks,
their crevices jammed with large amounts of DRIFTWOOD
swept down at high water from the forests above.

On a flattened section of rock, Schaefer drags a large
section of BRANCHES INTO VIEW, adding it to a growing
mound of FIREWOOD.  He kneels, tending to a pile of
DRIES GRASS, LEAVES and other tinder.  Using the last of
his precious matches, he sets fire to the tinder, gently
coaxing the tiny blaze into a slowly consumming FIRE,
flames starting to lick upward through the dry wood.

He stands, staring into the rapidly growing blaze.  He
turns, facing the canyon rim, raising his weapons in one
hand.  From the depths of his soul, a SOUND emerges;
primitive and visceral, as if from an animal in pain.

He throws back his head and SHOUTS.

168     EXT. CANYON RIM - NIGHT                              168

A hundred feet below, Schaefer stands in the boulder
field, his mud coated body bathed in RED FIRELIGHT,
looking like a fierce, primitive warrior; a timeless,
prehistoric sight, his long and WAILING CRY, ECHOING
endlessly through the canyon.

169     EXT. HUNTER'S SHIP - NIGHT                           169

Backlit by the LIGHT of the open door, the Hunter's
head, in three-quarter profile, his eyes gleaming, rears
INTO VIEW, looking up at the sky, HEARING Schaefer's cry.

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Responding with a low HISS, he turns back, raising in
one hand his weapon, in the other a U-shaped SHARPENING
DEVICE.  As he passes the weapon through the device, it
FLASHES into life, a deep, HARMONIC HUM emitted as the
blade grows with energy, growing hotter, hotter and
HOTTER with each stroke.  He draws the blade now WHITE-HOT
through the device for the last stroke.  He lifts
it, testing its balance, the WHITE-HOT blade
illuminating his alien face.

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178     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - JUNGLE - NIGHT                178

Emerging from his camp, the Hunter swings into the
nearby tree line, moving to the uppermost branches.
The Hunter travels silently from tree to tree, arriving
at the canyon rim where far below he SEES in the