canyon, the BONFIRE, a leaping, shifting, multi-colored
collage of HEAT WAVES and FLARES, luring him onward.

179     SCHAEFER                                             179

hidden back within the deep notch of several large
LOGS and broken trees, in the river canyon.  Below
him, on the rock plateau, is the bonfire, illuminating
in SHIFTING PATTERNS of LIGHT, the awaiting arena of
destiny.

His eyes shift, trancelike, moving from side to side,
watching the approaches to the fire below.  His senses
are alert; his nerves on a wire edge.

180     EXT. HUNTER - NIGHT                                  180

His SHADOW-FORM descending through the canyon, a
rippling movement of grays and blacks, passing through
the shifting light patterns on the rocks, cast by the
growing bonfire below.

181     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - NIGHT                         181

His eyes probe the canyon, drawn to the swirling
patterns of HEAT given off by the gaseous COMBUSTION
of the bonfire.

182     EXT. HUNTER - NIGHT                                  182

Continues on, moving silently down through the canyon.

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183     SCHAEFER                                             183

sits motionless, nearly invisible in his mud camouflage
amid the darkness of the logs.

Suddenly, over the CRACKLING of the FIRE, the BUZZING,
CLICKING of INSECTS, and the CROAKING of FROGS, suddenly
CEASES.

Slowly, painfully he draws the bow to full arch, his
wounded shoulder trembling, the BLOOD beginning to seep
through the bandage.

The bow straining at full draw, Schaefer stares intently,
concentrating, searching for the Hunter's form in the
dancing light below.

183-A   EXT. THE HUNTER - NIGHT                              183-A

Like a giant insect, drops from above, fifteen feet
above Schaefer, his steel-like spurs digging deep into
the log.

183-B   EXT. SCHAEFER - NIGHT                                183-B

He freezes at the sound of the Hunter dropping, his
eyes wide with fear.  The slightest movement will bring
an instant attack from the Hunter behind him.  But to
wait, his back exposed.

183-C   EXT. THE HUNTER - NIGHT                              183-C

Jumps from the log above and to Schaefer's left, onto
a boulder, gaining a better vantage point of the arena
and fire below.  He raises his weapon, his EYES
glistening in the dim light, searching.  A quiet HISS
emerges from his mouth.

183-D   EXT. SCHAEFER - NIGHT                                183-D

Spins and fires at the movement of the Hunter.

184     EXT. ARROW - NIGHT                                   184

Flies into the night, lodging into a BRANCH of an
exposed tree, just missing the Hunter's head.

In a blur, the Hunter's arm streaks downward, a dull
flash of light leaving his fingers as he fires the
weapon, the projectile STREAKING downward, EXPLODING
into the log, inches from Schaefer, sending a SHOWER
of wood chips and bark, flying in every direction.

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185     SCHAEFER                                             185

in a flash, is up and running, clutching his weapons,
leaping from boulder to boulder.  He jumps down into the
lighted area below, landing hard, rolling into the
protective shadows of the rocks, putting the loping fire
between he and the Hunter's position on the rocks above.

He moves forward, darting to look backwards before
leaping off the lip of the table rock into the boulder
field below, a flat plane littered by weirdly shaped,
water-erroded rocks, forming a giant stone AMPITHEATER.
Shadows leap and dance across the boulders, cast by the
bonfire from the plateau above.

Schaefer crouches between two large boulders, quietly
breathing through clenched teeth, feeling the pain of
his now freely bleeding shoulder wound.

185-A   EXT. HUNTER - NIGHT                                  185-A

A nightmarish silhouette appearing for an instant on the
rim of the plateau above.

185-B   EXT. SCHAEFER - NIGHT                                185-B

Over the SOUNDS of the FIRE and the softly flowing
RIVER, distinguishes a NEW SOUND, one that brings fear
and a savage determination to his heart:  the rhythmical
CLICK-SCRAPE, CLICK-SCRAPE of the Hunter's feet, moving
over the rocks, somewhere above him.

Drawing back on the bow, Schaefer moves around the
boulder to his left, heading towards the sound of the
Hunter.

186-                                                 OUT     186-
197                                                          197

198     INT. HUNTER. SOMEWHERE IN THE BOULDERS - NIGHT       198

REVEALED in flashes of strobing light, pauses at the
juncture of several towering rocks.

He stands, erect, tilting his head slowly, turning it
from side to side, his ears trying to orientate to the
diversity of SOUNDS reflecting off the circular walls,
enclosing the boulder field.

199     INT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. - NIGHT                         199

His vision, accustomed to another spectrum, has little
available heat to register vivid images of the inert,
lifeless forms of the stones.  He SEES instead, a world
of soft, ill-defined shapes in a pale MAGENTA field of
flickering heat.

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200     INT. SCHAEFER - NIGHT                                200

Creeping forward, carefully placing one foot in front
of the other, suddenly stops, hearing the CLICK-SCRAPE,
CLICK-SCRAPE, now on his right.

Starting to move in this new direction, he stops again,
HEARING the sound now directly across from him.
Listening, he hears the sound again from yet another
direction, the sound ECHOING in the natural ampitheater
of rock.

Schaefer, uncertain of where to turn, waits.  Suddenly
he crouches and freezes, HEARING the unbelievable SOUND
of a HUMAN VOICE, softly echoing through the
ampitheater.

ANNA'S VOICE
(o.s.; filtered;
in Spanish)
Look out, behind you!!!

Schaefer spins, his breath catching at the sound of
Anna's voice.  Wide-eyed, straining, he waits, hearing
only the muted FLOWING of water, the HISSING and POPPING
of the dying fire above, the shadows growing longer,
darker with each minute.

And then again, Anna's VOICE.

ANNA'S VOICE
(o.s.; in
Spanish)
...Look out, behind you!

SCHAEFER
(to himself)
Anna...?

Tracelike he moves towards the sound.

201     THE HUNTER                                           201

his head canted, throat distended, utters another
mimicry.

202     SCHAEFER                                             202

moving towards the space between two boulders from which
the VOICE seems to emanate.

(CONTINUED)

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202     CONTINUED:                                           202

SCHAEFER
(louder)
Anna...?

203     THE HUNTER                                           203

his ears now directed towards the SOUND of Schaefer's
voice, his slowly approaching FOOTSTEPS, raises his
weapon.

204     SCHAEFER                                             204

pauses before the opening of the passageway.  All is
silent.  He hesitates to enter.  Listeneing.  He starts
to move and then hears a NEW VOICE:

HUNTER
(o.s.; Mac's
voice)
Dillon, over here...

Schaefer, horrified at the sound of the dead man's
voice, backs quickly into the space between a boulder
and the high rock wall of the ampitheater.

205     INT. HUNTER - SOMEWHERE IN THE BOULDERS - NIGHT      205

His feet moving quietly over the rock, the shadow-light
deepening with the dying fire above, closing in.

205-A   EXT. SCHAEFER - NIGHT                                205-A

Bow drawn, trapped against the rock, HEARING the sound
of the Hunter approaching from the left, now the
right, is helpless, not knowing where to fire, the
Hunter's deadly strike only an instant away.

Still holding the bang-stick in his bow hand, he
carefully releases the draw on the string, reaching
to his neck for the FLASH-GRENADE.  With painstaking
care he removes the grenade from his neck.

Focusing on the rocks before him and the still
approaching SOUND, he reaches down with the grenade,
gripping with his fingertips the matchhead fuse,
placing it against the rocks at his side.

With a sudden jerk of his hand he strikes and throws
the grenade, snatching up the bang-stick with his
good hand.

(CONTINUED)

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205-A   CONTINUED:                                           205-A

The matchhead SPUTTERS as the grenade flies through the
air, an instant later a blinding, WHITE FLASH of light
illuminates the ampitheater...

In that instant Schaefer SEES above him and to his left,
the HUNTER, poised on top of a rock, his weapon raised,
about to strike!  Momentarily blinded by the flash of
light, the Hunter's head recoils to the side.

Darkness swallows the image of the Hunter, but in that
second, Schaefer seizes his advantage, hurling the
bang-stick spear.

206-                                                 OUT     206-
213                                                          213

214     INT. THE SPEAR - NIGHT                               214

It smashes into the boulder at the Hunter's feet.  The
Hunter leaps as the grenade DETONATES, shrapnel tearing
into his body.

With a terrifying SCREAM of pain and anger, the Hunter
clutches frantically at the WOUNDS in his neck and
chest.  Another bloodcurdling SCREAM OF RAGE and the
Hunter is gone.

215     INT. WATERFALL - NIGHT                               215

Cascades over the rocks, fed by a small stream running
through the ravine.  A pile of BOULDERS breaks the
falls, filling the area with an everconstant MIST.

Schaefer appears, holding the bow and arrow, following
the LUMINOUS BLOOD TRAIL of the Hunter over the rock.

Moving behind the falls, Schaefer's body is briefly
soaked by the water, the hardened and CAMOUFLAGE
beginning to dissolve, running off his body.  He
continues on, slowly, cautiously following the blood
trail.

216     INT. TABLE TOP BOULDER - NIGHT                       216

Next to the flowing stream, surrounded by an open area
of rock.

Schaefer, smeared with blood and sweat, his clay and
ochre camouflage partially washed away, climbs up a log
onto the boulder.  Oblivious to the searing pain in his

(CONTINUED)

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216     CONTINUED:                                           216

shoulder, he breathes in hot, powerful exchanges, his
eyes wide and glowing with vengeance.

SCHAEFER
Bleed, you bastard.

His bow down, Schaefer follows the blood trail across
the rock, edging alongside a huge vertical boulder.
The blood trail stops.

He takes another step forward, past a darkened ALCOVE...

Schaefer spins, SEEING in the alcove the SURPRISED
Hunter whirl and spring towards him...

Schaefer in a bound closes the distance, savagely
kicking the Hunter's arm.  The WEAPON flies from the
Hunter's hand CLATTERING to the rock.

Before he can recover, Schaefer follows with a karate
kick to the chest, hurling the Hunter to the ground,
his back exposed.

In a flash, Schaefer is standing over the Hunter, the
bow drawn, poised, the blood from his open wound
dripping onto the Hunter's back.

The Hunter slowly rolls onto his back, REVEALING his
face, his eyes bleached white in shock from the loss of
blood.  The Hunter's body, rippled out of control,
trying desperately to orientate itself to the
environment.

SCHAEFER
(incredulous)
Who the hell are you...?

217     EXT. HUNTER'S P.O.V. OF SCHAEFER - NIGHT             217

Schaefer's body, looms over him, MOTTLED and STREAKED
from his exposed skin, blood oozing from the shoulder
wound, his eyes like black sockets in his almost
skull-like face.  Seen from this perspective, Schaefer
is a frightening, horrible visage.

218     THE HUNTER                                           218

shudders, GASPING hungrily for air, strugging to speak.
From his throat, Schaefer HEARS the feeble, distorted
efforts of the Hunter, at first garbled,
incomprehensible and then, slowly, chillingly, taking
on the timbre and quality of his OWN VOICE.

(CONTINUED)

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218     CONTINUED:                                           218

HUNTER
(electronic;
filtered)
Who...
(improving)
...the hell...
(nearly perfect)
...are...