COLONEL FAWCETT AND THE LOST CITY OF Z
EXT. Jungle
Open to a close up shot of a raindrop on a leaf.
As the raindrop moves downwards, the leaf is cut away by a machete.
A figure then moves past, indistinct, followed by other indistinct figures. Suddenly we see all of the figures distinctly. They are men in explorers kit. The men are all spread out in a triangular formation, with FAWCETT at point.
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Mato Grosso, Amazon Rainforest, Brazil
There is one man trailing behind, this is RICE. He looks like he was once a plump man, but has lost a lot of weight, so skin hangs off of his frame, and his limbs are covered with BOILS and MAGGOTS, and he does not looked pleased.
RICE
tired
"FAWCETT! Slow down! We've been walking for almost ten days now, and we need to rest!"
FAWCETT
"No, we don't need to rest, we'll keep going until we find a good place for us to camp, and then we'll rest. But we have to ration our food from here on out, as I've told you already, considering that we lost Stevenson to that jaguar."
RICE
annoyed
"Well I know that, you fool! But why are we out here in this jungle again? To find your accursed lost city, is what! We've been out here for two months now, and no sign of the city!"
FAWCETT
"DAMMIT RICE! It's out here, I know it! There IS a city out there, a city that no white man has EVER SEEN! We'll find this city, and show it to the world! We'll be rich, and start a new age of enlightenment! We'll be richer than kings when we return, but ONLY if we find that city!
RICE
"But we've spent two months out here chasing wild Indian legends and what? NOTHING! No city! No gold! No enlightenment!"
#1
"Yeah! Wheres the city of gold?!"
#2
"Wheres my gold?!"
FAWCETT
"Men, we will find this city, and you will get your gold! I swear we are only a few days out from the city, believe me! Now get moving, we're deep in Quehaxi territory, and their known cannibals!"
The men continue on.
EXT. Jungle
The men are all tired and soaked, it's raining heavily. None of the men are looking happy. Fawcett is at point, leading the group looking stern and angry from the confrontation earlier with Rice. Suddenly he stops and raises his hand, silencing the explorers.
#1
whispers
"What is it?"
FAWCETT
whispers
"Quehaxi. Tread carefully boys, I think that their near."
Suddenly, a six foot long arrow shoots through the throat of #1, turning his scream into a bloody, frothy gurgle. As soon as #1 hits the ground, a rain of massive arrows pelt the expedition, hitting some of the men. A few of the men who get hit writhe on the ground, as the area around their wounds blacken and blister.
RICE
yells
"Poison! The arrows are poison!"
FAWCETT
"Fire! Exterminates the brutes!"
All of the explorers let loose a hail of gunfire, killing a few Indians. Suddenly, more Indians appear, running forward with clubs, screaming war-chants.
FAWCETT
"Keep firing boys!"
FAWCETT is then knocked to the ground by an Indian with a club, who then tries to drag FAWCETT away, by his beard, into the jungle. FAWCETT fumbles for something at his belt, finds it and pulls out an old service revolver, promptly shooting the Indian.
FAWCETT picks himself back up, firing at all the Indians he can see.
FAWCETT
yells
"Quickly boys, to the river! We'll swim across the river!"
All of the men tourn around and run through the rainforest to the river. It's wide, but there doesn't seem to be a current, so all the men immediately run in and start to wade, ford, and swim, across, all the while being shot at with arrows by the Indians. As they swim across, some men are hit by arrows and one is dragged under by a giant caiman, and a few drown under the weight of the kit they are carrying.
Rice is struggling under his kit, barely being able to lift his head above water, trying to stay afloat. He is screaming, and flailing his arms around.
RICE
panicked
"Help! Help! Someone, please help me!"
FAWCETT, who had managed to make it to the other side, turns back and sees RICE in trouble. FAWCETT gets back into the river, and swims to RICE, and tries to removes RICE's bag. RICE puts up a fight and tries to push FAWCETT's head under the surface. After a few seconds, FAWCETT manages to overpower RICE, and punches RICE in the face, knocking him out cold. FAWCETT then removes RICE's bag, but he pauses, pondering if to choose the man, or the bag. After a beat, FAWCETT lets go of the bag, letting it sink to the bottom of the river.
FAWCETT swims back to shore, pulling an unconscious RICE behind him. The few surviving members of the expedition is watching FAWCETT.
FAWCETT
worried
"Is everyone okay?"
#2
"MacReady's been hit in the leg with an arrow, we're not sure if he'll survive for much longer. Sam's got a nasty gash on his head, but he'll pull through. We've lost a lot of the men, though."
FAWCETT
"Who?"
#2
"Statler, Isley, Hill, Burns, Rodriguez, Stenson, Smitt, Jones and Beausoliel. Most of them to the Indians, except Isley, he was killed by a caimna."
FAWCETT
angry
"DAMN! Thats half of the expedition! And our supplies as well!"
#3
"Stenson had some of the maps as well...."
#2
"Really?"
#3
depressed
"Yeah"
FAWCETT
sounding drained
"Don't worry, I have copies, so we won't be lost. Let's set up camp here, I don't think we're in any state to go anywhere today, and it's starting to get dark."
#1
"Yeah! Wheres the city of gold?!"
#2
"Wheres my gold?!"
FAWCETT
"Men, we will find this city, and you will get your gold! I swear we are only a few days out from the city, believe me! Now get moving, we're deep in Quehaxi territory, and their known cannibals!"
The men continue on.
EXT. Jungle
The men are all tired and soaked, it's raining heavily. None of the men are looking happy. Fawcett is at point, leading the group looking stern and angry from the confrontation earlier with Rice. Suddenly he stops and raises his hand, silencing the explorers.
#1
whispers
"What is it?"
FAWCETT
whispers
"Quehaxi. Tread carefully boys, I think that their near."
Suddenly, a six foot long arrow shoots through the throat of #1, turning his scream into a bloody, frothy gurgle. As soon as #1 hits the ground, a rain of massive arrows pelt the expedition, hitting some of the men. A few of the men who get hit writhe on the ground, as the area around their wounds blacken and blister.
RICE
yells
"Poison! The arrows are poison!"
FAWCETT
"Fire! Exterminates the brutes!"
All of the explorers let loose a hail of gunfire, killing a few Indians. Suddenly, more Indians appear, running forward with clubs, screaming war-chants.
FAWCETT
"Keep firing boys!"
FAWCETT is then knocked to the ground by an Indian with a club, who then tries to drag FAWCETT away, by his beard, into the jungle. FAWCETT fumbles for something at his belt, finds it and pulls out an old service revolver, promptly shooting the Indian.
FAWCETT picks himself back up, firing at all the Indians he can see.
FAWCETT
yells
"Quickly boys, to the river! We'll swim across the river!"
All of the men tourn around and run through the rainforest to the river. It's wide, but there doesn't seem to be a current, so all the men immediately run in and start to wade, ford, and swim, across, all the while being shot at with arrows by the Indians. As they swim across, some men are hit by arrows and one is dragged under by a giant caiman, and a few drown under the weight of the kit they are carrying.
Rice is struggling under his kit, barely being able to lift his head above water, trying to stay afloat. He is screaming, and flailing his arms around.
RICE
panicked
"Help! Help! Someone, please help me!"
FAWCETT, who had managed to make it to the other side, turns back and sees RICE in trouble. FAWCETT gets back into the river, and swims to RICE, and tries to removes RICE's bag. RICE puts up a fight and tries to push FAWCETT's head under the surface. After a few seconds, FAWCETT manages to overpower RICE, and punches RICE in the face, knocking him out cold. FAWCETT then removes RICE's bag, but he pauses, pondering if to choose the man, or the bag. After a beat, FAWCETT lets go of the bag, letting it sink to the bottom of the river.
FAWCETT swims back to shore, pulling an unconscious RICE behind him. The few surviving members of the expedition is watching FAWCETT.
FAWCETT
worried
"Is everyone okay?"
#2
"MacReady's been hit in the leg with an arrow, we're not sure if he'll survive for much longer. Sam's got a nasty gash on his head, but he'll pull through. We've lost a lot of the men, though."
FAWCETT
"Who?"
#2
"Statler, Isley, Hill, Burns, Rodriguez, Stenson, Smitt, Jones and Beausoliel. Most of them to the Indians, except Isley, he was killed by a caimna."
FAWCETT
angry
"DAMN! Thats half of the expedition! And our supplies as well!"
#3
"Stenson had some of the maps as well...."
#2
"Really?"
#3
depressed
"Yeah"
FAWCETT
sounding drained
"Don't worry, I have copies, so we won't be lost. Let's set up camp here, I don't think we're in any state to go anywhere today, and it's starting to get dark."
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