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The Last of the Mohicans (1992) script

by Michael Mann and Christopher Crowe, based on the novel by J.F.Cooper. Find more about trailer
 
FADE IN

The screen is a microcosm of leaf, crystal drops of precipitation, a stone, emerald green moss. It's a landscape in miniature. We HEAR the forest. Some distant birds. Their sound seems to reverberate as if in a cavern. A piece of sunlight refracts within the drops of water, paints a patch of moss yellow. The whisper of wind is joined by another sound that mixes with it. A distant rustling. It gets closer and louder. It's shallow breathing. It gets ominous. We're interlopers on the floor of the forest and something is coming.

SUDDENLY: A MOCCASINED FOOT

rockets through the frame scaring us and ...

EXTREMELY CLOSE: PART OF AN INDIAN FACE
running hard. His head shaved bald except for a
scalp-lock. Tattoos. He's
twenty-five. He seems tall and muscled. Heavy, even
breathing. We'll learn later
this man is UNCAS, the last of the Mohicans.

PROFILE: UNCAS' ARMS

flash as he runs. One carries a flintlock musket. Sweat
on the man's skin. A
calico shirt is gathered at the waist with a wampum belt
of small white beads
over a breechcloth. He wears leggings to protect his
legs. A long-handled
tomahawk is stuffed in his belt.

CUT TO ...

ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST - MASSIVE WAR CLUB - DAY

in the hand of another running man. He's heavier, older
...

CHEST

A green bear claw is tattooed there. Silver armband. A
snake is tattooed over
his left eyebrow. Silver rings in his ear. He's forty to
forty-five. His head is
shaved into a scalp-lock. It says: "Come and lift this
from me. Take it, if you
can ..." That prospect strikes us as extremely unlikely.
This man is

CHINGACHGOOK.

The French call him "Le Gros Serpent," the Great Snake,
because
"he knows the winding ways of men's nature and he can
strike a sudden, deathly
blow."

WIDE ANGLE: CHINGACHGOOK

runs, disturbing no leaves, no branches; making no sound.
He's running parallel
to Uncas through the cathedral of mature forest. It's
heavily canopied. There's
very little brush. The girth of the trees is huge. Shafts
of light illuminate
motes of dust and turn leaves emerald where the sun
breaks through. Sometimes
there's ferns; rhododendron, sometimes pale grass and
outcroppings of rock.
These men run the forest streams, over boulders, fallen
trees and down into
ravines as if they own them. They do.

CUT TO ...

ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST - LONG BLACK HAIR - DAY

rocketing through trees. His torn buckskin shirt is tied
at the waist with a
wampum belt holding a tomahawk and a large knife. A long
rifle in which is
carved the name "Killdeer" is in his right fist. Indian
tattooing on his chest.
His name is NATHANIEL POE. He's a few years older than
Uncas. The French and 	the French-speaking tribes know him
as La Longue Carabine (Long Rifle). Other
frontiersmen in New York colony and the Iroquois and
Delaware-speaking tribes
know him as Hawkeye. Sweat stains his shirt. He flashes
through the tree
branches disturbing nothing. Making no sound.

HAWKEYE'S POV: A PIECE OF TAN

two hundred and fifty yards away, a few square inches
buried in the foliage ...

SUDDENLY HE STOPS

Killdeer's at his shoulder ...

HAWKEYE'S THUMB

cocks the lock holding the piece of flint: click.

UNCAS

stops dead, holding out his hand ... no sound.

CHINGACHGOOK

slips through young trees and stops, shouldering his
smoothbore musket. Is this
an ambush?

HAWKEYE'S POV: RACK FOCUS THROUGH THE GUN SIGHT

Five feet and fourteen pounds of rifle is elevated a half
inch and shifted left,
off target. It's a precise, smooth movement. No human
quiver.

KILLDEER'S TRIGGER

tighter ...

THE COCK

holding the flint hits the iron file of the frizzen,
shooting sparks into the
pan of priming powder which flashes and ...

TAN
is a huge elk that leaps at the sound.

KILLDEER'S MUZZLE

CRACKS like lightning.

AN ELK

leaps where the .59 caliber round was programmed to
intercept him. On the moment
of impact ...

WIDE

three men approach the fallen elk and each other. We
realize they're hunting
together. Hawkeye steps aside for Chingachgook. His
massive war club is flat and
angles to one side with a stabbing blade. Hawkeye is
stepson and stepbrother.
The two younger men treat Chingachgook with an easy
deference and affection.
Hawkeye's a dialectic of two cultures. In his coloration
and worldliness he's
more the Anglo-Saxon frontiersman. In his independent
views and candid manner
and in his combat skills and woodsmanship, he's more
native American (Mohican).
As Chingachgook takes out his long knife and they
approach the fallen elk ...]

			CHINGACHGOOK
		(low Mohican; sub-titled)
	We're sorry to kill you, Brother.
	Forgive us. I do honor to your courage and
	speed, your strength ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR - INTERIOR CAMERON CABIN - JOHN CAMERON - NIGHT

roasts potatoes on a stick in the stone fireplace next to
CAPTAIN JACK WINTHROP,
an American in very worn quasi-military gear. On a rough
table in the tiny cabin
ALEXANDRIA, his wife, is kneading bread. Three children
climb on their father.
He grabs their wild seven year old son, JAMES, who
shrieks laughter and dodges
away. The cabin has two primitive rooms, waxed paper
windows, log walls. O.S. a
dog barks. Others pick it up. Cameron & Jack are suddenly
alert, reaching for
weapons ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR CAMERON CABIN, DOORWAY - CAMERON - NIGHT

appears warily, musket in hand.

FENCE: CHINGACHGOOK

			CHINGACHGOOK
	Halloo! John Cameron!

Doorway: Cameron towards the interior ...

			CAMERON
	Alexandria! Set three more places.
		(to the fence)
	How is Chingachgook, then?

Behind him, emerging from the dark trees are Hawkeye,
Uncas, cradling flint
locks, blankets and packs over their shoulders, leading a
mule laden with skins
and the elk carcass. Crossing the splitrail fence ...

			CHINGACHGOOK
	The Master of Life is good. Another year pass ...
	How is it with you, John?

			CAMERON
	Gettin' along. Yes, it is.
		(warm)
	Nathaniel.

			HAWKEYE
	Hello John. Cleared another quarter, I see.

			CAMERON
		(shakes hands with Uncas)
	Yes, I did.

JAMES CAMERON

tears past his father & runs full bore. Just before he's
going to collide into
Uncas, he leaps into the air and Uncas snatches him with
one hand and swings him
up onto his shoulders. The kid screams with delight and
rides back towards the
cabin that way. Alexandria comes to the door.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR CABIN - CHINGACHGOOK - EVENING (LATER)

lights & smokes a clay pipe. The scene says: this is a
rustic, frontier home and
these people have known each other & live in dangerous
circumstances.

			ALEXANDRIA
	If Uncas is with you, that means he has not
	found a woman and started a family yet.

			CHINGACHGOOK
	Your eyes are too sharp, Alexandria Cameron.
	They see into my heart.

			UNCAS
	Your farm good to you this year, John?

			CAMERON
	It was a good year for corn.

			UNCAS
	Mohawk field we saw was 5 mile long on
	the river. Chief Joseph Brandt's field.

			CAMERON
	You take much fur?

			HAWKEYE
	That we did. John. But the horicane
		(sic)
	is near trapped out.

			JACK
	Tradin' your skins in Castleton?

			UNCAS
	No, Schylerville. With the Dutch for silver.
	French & English want to buy with wampum
	& brandy.

Pause, then ...

			HAWKEYE
	So what is it, Jack? What brings you up here?

			JACK
	A French & Indian army out of Fort Carillon's
	heading south to war against the English. I'm
	here to raise this county's militia to aid the
	British defense.

			HAWKEYE
	Folks here goin' to join in that fight?

			JACK
	We'll see in the morning ...

			CHINGACHGOOK
	Fathers of England & France, both, take more
	land, furs, than they need. They're cold & full
	of greed ...

			JACK
	Few'd deny that? Where you headin'?

			HAWKEYE
	Trap over the fall and winter among the
	Delawares in Can-tuck-ee.

			UNCAS
	So I can find a woman and make Mohican
	children so our father will leave my brother
	& me in peace.

Alexandria laughs. So do Hawkeye & Chingachgook.

			JAMES
	A son like me?

Uncas grabs James & suspends him upside down.

			UNCAS
	No. You are too strong. Turn me old
	too fast!

Hawkeye grabs the kid from Uncas. The kid's laughing &
can't stay still.
Chingachgook watches, content, smoking his clay pipe.

			ALEXANDRIA
	That's what he's doin' to his mama ...

She ruffles his hair and lifts the heavy iron pot off the
tibbet. Uncas goes to
help her, she shrugs his hand away and carries it to the
table herself. The men
gather around. There's pan-baked bread, a dish of salt,
and the pot has venison
and yellow cornmeal in a kind of stew. Everyone waits.

			CAMERON
	Dear Father, thank you for rewardin' the fruits
	of our labor with plenty. Amen.

As they start to eat ...

CUT TO ...

CAMERON'S CABIN - (DAY)

EXTERIOR CAMERON CABIN - MOHAWK BOY & JAMES CAMERON -
MORNING

slam into other kids as they battle through a Lacrosse
game. In the background are
sixty men, women and children. It's a community gathering
held out of doors.
We've entered mid-scene. Captain Jack is standing on a
box. Some women and kids
mill around some tables and boards laid over barrels.
Cooking fires. Smoke.
Most but not all around Captain Jack are men, nine
settlers, 3 hunter/trappers,
eight Mohawk farmers in mixed European and native
clothing. Off to the side are
an English Lieutenant on horseback and a ten-man escort
from whatever regiment's in
Albany. A man named HENRI speaks in French. His son,
MARTIN, translates.

			HENRI
		(O.S. in French)

			MARTIN
		(translates)
	My father says he was driven out of France by
	the black robe priests and he would fight them
	now but he lost his arm and so I will go in his
	place.

Meanwhile ...

ONGEWASGONE

is an unusually large Mohawk in a blue match coat with a
little girl holding his hand. He
says something to Chingachgook who nods. Hawkeye and
Uncas are a little apart in an
outer grouping of the men. Ongewasgone is a war chief and
wears a white plume and is
tattooed. As Martin finishes, he steps forward.

			ONGEWASGONE
	John Cameron, thank you for your hospitality ...
	Twin River Mohawk got no quarrel with Les
	Francais. Trade furs with Les Francais. Now Les
	Francais bring Huron onto Mohawk hunting grounds
...

These people are English, Scots-Irish and Dutch farmers;
some French Huguenot
"mechanics" (craftsmen). They're in shirt-sleeves and
Indian moccasins & leggings. The
Mohawks' vast lands and corn agriculture border the
settlement. They 've been
acculturated for over a hundred years. Some wear European
calico hunting shirts.
Their heads are shaved to scalping locks and many are
tattooed. They've politically and
commercially played France & England against each other
very adroitly for over a
hundred years because of their military power and
geographic position. Their relations
with working farmers and settlers and their families has
been mostly one of
co-existence because there's always been more than enough
for all. This is a WPA
mural of ethnic diversity and plurality of frontier
America. The Europeans are former
indentured laborers, farmers exiled by economics or
religious persecution, frontier
hunters and trappers ... working people.

			ONGEWASGONE
		(continues)
	Now Mohawk will fight Huron and Les Francais.
	My brothers have asked me to lead them in this
	war so I speak for the Twin River Council.

The importance of this commitment is apparent to the
lieutenant.

			LIEUTENANT
	His Majesty King George II is very grateful for
	your support.

			IAN
	How far up the valley?

			LIEUTENANT
	To Fort William Henry.

			COLONIAL #1
	... two days from here.

Some don't like this.

			LIEUTENANT
	It should be enough to remind you France is
	the enemy.

			HAWKEYE
	Your enemy ...

Heads turn to Hawkeye at the periphery of the crowd.

			LIEUTENANT
	What did you say?

			HAWKEYE
		(loud)
	I said ... France is your enemy. Not ours.

			LIEUTENANT
	Really? Do you want them to overrun all
	New York colony?

			HAWKEYE
	First place, you started it with the French over
	fur-trapping claims to the head waters of the Ohio.
		(smiles)
	Now you're sayin' these people have a fight on
	their hands ...

			LIEUTENANT
		(ignoring Hawkeye)
	Will you men help us stop the French?

			HAWKEYE
	... and while they are cooped up in your fort,
	what if the French send war parties to raid
	their homes?

			IAN
	What then, Lieutenant?

			LIEUTENANT
	For your own homes, for king, for country, that's
	why you men ought to join this fight!

			HAWKEYE
	You do what you want with your own scalp.
	Do not be tellin' us what to do
	with ours.

			LIEUTENANT
		(furious; to Hawkeye)
	You, sir! You call yourself a loyal subject?

			HAWKEYE
	... No ... Do not call myself much of a subject
	at all.

Light laughter.

			COLONIAL #2
	Nathaniel's right. But if I got to fight, figure
I'll
	try and do it fifty miles north of here instead of
	my bean field.

			AD LIBS
	Yes. Yeah. No ...

			CAMERON
	I am stayin' on my farm. And any man who goes,
	his family is welcome to fort-up with us 'til he
	comes back.

			JACK
	Boys. My sense of it is enough of us will join-up
to
	fill the county's levy. But only if General Webb
	accepts a few terms I got in mind ...

HAWKEYE & UNCAS

cross through the people. A few men drift off to their
women at the tables.
It is apparent two-thirds of the men will join. A couple
of jokes, light banter,
no hostility.

			AD LIBS
		(O.S.)
	Webb? what's that, Jack ...?

As they cross through they start removing their shirts
and weapons.

			IAN
	You boys marchin' with us? What do you say?

			UNCAS
	We had our say, Ian.

They approach the Lacrosse field. Chingachgook stands
with Cameron in the
background, watching.

LACROSSE FIELD

Uncas joins James. Hawkeye goes on the other side. A
couple of young Mohawks and
a young blonde farmer shout hallo's and as the bodies
crash into each other ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR BRITISH ENCAMPMENT, PARADE GROUND - SIX HUNDRED
62nd REGIMENT OF FOOT - DAY

in two rows. At each command the crack troops respond en
masse. Their hands slap
the stocks of their brown bess muskets in unison. These
men are drilling in preparation
for war.
We witness a state-of-the-art, 18th century, precision
killing machine.

			REGIMENTAL SGT. MAJOR
		(shouts)
	Shoulder arms!
		(slam)
	Order arms! Handle cartridge!
		(men bite the paper)
	Prime!
		(powder dropped in pan)
	Load! Draw ramrods! Ram cartridge! Return ramrod!
	Make ready!
		(muskets at chest height)
	Pre-sent!
		(muskets shouldered)
	Make ready!
		(muskets returned to chests)
	Pre-sent!
		(muskets returned to shoulder)
	Fire!

Like a single shot, two hundred fifty black powder
muskets fire .65 caliber lead shot at
chest height in a scythe of death.

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Prime! Load!

The Dutch roof lines of Albany are in the distance.
Nearer, a coach races past.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR ROAD - HORSES GALLOP - DAY

Six horses, wide with dumb, mute strain. Foam, manes fly,
their hooves pound the
yellow road into dust. Military outriders are on the
three left side horses.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR COACH - MAJOR DUNCAN HEYWARD - DAY

sits erectly in the brilliant scarlet coat of the First
Royal Regiment of Foot with gold
braid, blue-black facing and blue-black breeches, cavalry
boots, spurs, a tricorn, white
wig (?) and a gorget (large medallion) around his neck.
He's 28-30 and tough. He is
self-sure, principled reactionary. He believes human
society is static & layered into
hierarchies of class and they are absolutely impermeable.
He opens a simple gold-
clasped case & contemplates its contents ...

HEYWARD'S POV: CASE

an enameled portrait of a dark-haired young woman.

HEYWARD

as a soldier is militarily first-rate in his milieu: the
open battlefields of Europe.
Right now, however, he is about to enter the forests of
North America. He closes
his clasp and glances out the window as we enter Albany
and as a facade of
buildings & people pass.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR BRITISH HQ, ASSEMBLY ROOM - DOOR - DAY

Four Grenadiers come to attention as Heyward enters
mid-scene.

			JACK
		(O.S.)
	... if they are not allowed leave to defend their
	families if the French or Hurons attack the
	settlements, no colonial militia is goin' to Fort
	William Henry.

			HEYWARD
		(low)
	You, there. Help my man outside with the baggage.

GENERAL JEROME WEBB sees Heyward and nods. Three of
Webb's Adjutants are
on either side. Three remaining Grenadiers in
bearskin-covered mitred caps are at the
door. Facing Webb are a half dozen colonial
representatives, including Captain Jack
Winthrop. Heyward watches Jack ...

			LIEUTENANT
	They will report or be pressed into service!

			LARGE COLONIAL REP
	Any of the boys worth havin' can disappear into
	forest ... time it takes you to blink. Where's that
	leave ya, then?

Heyward, preparing to hand over dispatches, is
interrupted by the insubordinate tone.
Equally wound tightly is the Lieutenant.

			LIEUTENANT
	They will be found! Arrested ...

			WEBB
		(cuts in)
	I cannot imagine his Majesty, in his benevolence,
	would ever object to his American subjects
	defending their hearth & home, their women &
children,
	if threatened by the "scourge" of attack from
savages,
	aroused to such excess by our enemy, the
	ever-perfidious French.

			JACK
	Does that mean they will be granted leave to
	defend their homes if the settlements are
	attacked?

			WEBB
	Of course.

Heyward's more amazed by what he's just heard from Webb.
These Americans,
including Jack, are streaming past him on their way out.

			JACK
	You got yourself a colonial militia, General.

			HEYWARD
	Major Duncan Heyward reporting, Sir!

Webb's pouring gin.

			WEBB
	Duncan. How was your journey?

The door closes. Dispatches are passed. They are now
alone except for the General's
two Adjutants and a shadowy form waiting patiently in a
corner. He's MAGUA. In the
dim light, he's motionless. Webb slides a glass across to
Heyward.

			HEYWARD
	I didn't experience anything so surprising from
	Bristol to Albany as what I witnessed here today.

			WEBB
	And what is that?

			HEYWARD
	The Crown "negotiating" the terms of service?

			WEBB
	I know.
		(assuming a co-commiserator)
	One has to give Americans "reasons" and make
	agreements to get them to do anything at all.
	Tiring, isn't it?
		(throws up his hands)
	But that's the way of it here.

			HEYWARD
		(tight)
	I thought British policy is 'Make the
	World ... England', sir.

A chill. Majors don't upbraid Generals.

			WEBB
	You will take command of the 62nd Regiment
	of Foot. At Fort William Henry under Colonel
	Munro. I will march the 33rd to Fort Edward.

			HEYWARD
	Sir! ... Might I enquire if General Webb has heard
	from Colonel Munro's daughters? I was to
	rendezvous with them in Albany and escort them
	to the fort.

			WEBB
	Yes. You may.
		(to Magua, after a glance at Heyward)
	You there. What does Munro call you?
		(to Heyward)
	The "Scotsman" has sent one of his Indian allies
	to guide you.

MAGUA

rises and slowly walks into the light. He is reserved and
over six feet tall. His head is
shaved into a mohawk. Rings, beads & feathers pierce his
ears. A blanket is worn as a
shawl over his left shoulder exposing his right arm and
heavy tattooing. A long
tomahawk is in the belt of his breechcloth.

			WEBB
	The Scotsman's daughters are at the Poltroon's
	house. A company of the 33rd will accompany
	you and Magua will show you the way.

			HEYWARD
	By your leave, sir.

Webb holds Heyward a moment

			WEBB
		(to Adjutants)
	Explain to the Major we care little about toying
	with colonial militia because we have little to
	fear from the French. They have not the nature
	for war. Their Latinate voluptuousness combines
with
	their Gallic laziness and the result is: they would
	rather make love with their faces than fight.

Webb's Adjutants laugh uproariously at his wit. Heyward's
stiff, perfunctory smile. He's
been made the butt of the joke. He does not share Webb's
derisive view of the French.
Webb doesn't like Heyward's manner. We don't like Webb.
Then:

			WEBB
		(continuing)
	Dismissed.

Heyward stiffly salutes. Webb casually, perfunctorily
salutes the younger man in
return.

			HEYWARD
		(to Magua)
	Dawn. At the encampment. Six a.m. sharp. See
	to it you're there.

Beneath Magua's barely deferential manner we sense
intelligence & menace. None of 	these Brits see it. We do.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR POLTROON'S HOUSE - DUNCAN HEYWARD - DAY

brushed clean, his wig freshly powdered, his tricorn in
his hand with a crimson sash and
sword and his cavalry boots, walks through the gate after
knocking. He enters a small
courtyard. Suddenly he hears ...

			CORA
		(O.S.)
	Heyward! Duncan Heyward.

Heyward looks to the side. An inner light turns on. In
this mode, this is a man we could
like.

REVERSE: CORA MUNRO

enters from the garden. She's vivacious, dark-haired,
unconventional in that she's
educated, but with conventional values and attitudes. She
hugs Duncan to her and
then pushes him away to look at him.

			HEYWARD
	My God it's good to see you.

He takes her hand in both of his and kisses it. He is
open and lit up.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR POLTROON'S HOUSE, BACK YARD - CORA & HEYWARD -
DAY

A vegetable plot behind the Poltroon's house is a
provincial substitute for a formal
garden setting. Heyward and Cora sit on rough wooden
chairs. Wind blows. In the
background a servant hangs laundry. The white sheets
billow. A table holds a tea
setting. They're sitting close to each other, talking
seriously and quietly. Duncan's
jacket is removed. Time's passed. Long pause. Then:

			CORA
	I'm embarrassed to be so indecisive ... after so
	long apart and after you've traveled so far ...

			HEYWARD
	And by sea!

			CORA
	You still have an aversion to the water?

			HEYWARD
	Aversion? No. ... "Hatred" ... "Loathing" ...

Cora laughs.

			HEYWARD
	But it was worth it all to end in a garden by
	your side.

She looks askance at him. Then the banter drops.

			CORA
		(difficult)
	Dear Duncan, my affection is as towards a closest
	friend. Alice and I depend on you and respect
	you immensely ... I wish they did, but my feelings
	don't go beyond that. Do you see?

			HEYWARD
	Isn't respect and friendship, a reasonable basis
	for a man and woman to be joined? And all
	else may grow in time ...?

			CORA
	Some say that's the way of it.

			HEYWARD
	"Some"?

			CORA
	Cousin Eugenie, my father, but ...

			HEYWARD
		(interrupts)
	Cora, in my heart, I know once we're joined,
	we'll be the happiest couple in England. Let
	those whom you trust, your father, help
	settle what's best for you. In view of your
	indecision, why not rely on their advice and
	judgment as well as mine?

Cora stares directly at Heyward. Then she looks away. She
has no answer. Something
subterranean disturbs her about delegating judgment over
the fate of her life.


			HEYWARD
	Will you consider that?

			CORA
		(pause; smiles)
	Yes. Yes, I will.

She's still unsettled.

			ALICE
		(O.S.)
	Duncan!

REVERSE: ALICE MUNRO

eighteen years old, white-blonde hair, wide blue eyes.
She's effervescent and runs
to hug him. Heyward is taken aback by her enthusiasm and
laughs.

			HEYWARD
	My God, you've grown up.

			ALICE
	We leave in the morning?!

			HEYWARD
		(rises)
	Yes, miss.

			ALICE
	I won't sleep tonight. What an adventure!
	I absolutely cannot wait to return to Portman
	Square, having laid eyes upon the full-blooded,
	red men in the wild!

			CORA
	My God, Alice.

			HEYWARD
		(smiles)
	It can be dangerous ...

			ALICE
	Nonsense. Papa wouldn't have sent for us
	if it were dangerous.

Alice takes Hewyward's hand. Cora pours Heyward more tea.
The white sheets billow.

			AMBROSE
		(O.S. - barks)
	Atten-shun!

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR BRITISH ARMY HQ - TWENTY BRITISH REGULARS - DAY

jolt upright as if electrified.

			AMBROSE
		(entering)
	Shoulder arms!

AMBROSE

a sergeant major of forty-one is wide and deep and built
like a fullback. You do not 	mess with Sgt. Major Ambrose.

			AMBROSE
		(barks)
	Form two companies of nine ... MARCH!!

THE MEN

march in perfect drill into two groups, each three across
and three deep.

MILITARY HQ, ENTRANCE - MAJOR DUNCAN HEYWARD

steps out. Rigid salutes.

HEYWARD

climbs onto his white military charger. It's spirited.
Cora & Alice are in riding dresses
and veils. The veil doesn't completely cover Alice's
golden hair and blue eyes and the
flush of her complexion. They're riding two sidesaddled
Narragansetts. The tight
traveling dress reveals that Cora, two or three years
older than Alice, is fuller and more
mature. All three ride to the front of the column. The
baggage horses and mule are in
the gap between the two companies.

MAGUA

cradling his musket.

REAR SHOT: THE COLUMN

down the path that leads into the wall of forest looks
impressive.

WIDER: THE COLUMN

marching. Now they look brave but smaller. The forest -
with all its mysteries and
dangers - now impresses us as a towering dark, sinister,
and it's immensity swallows up
the living mass which slowly enters its bosom.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR FOREST

TRACKING the Redcoats, their faces now filmed with dust,
cut with lines of
perspiration. They march in perfect formation.

We TRACK PAST the pack horses, the first company, Sgt.
Major Ambrose and on to
Cora & Alice. Alice seems fatigued. Cora's turned,
looking up into the forest canopy,
astonished at the deep beauty of the place.

CORA'S POV: FOREST CANOPY

of trees is dark, except for spots where leaves are
sparse, and there the light is golden.
It's the forest of childhood.

In a ravine a buck disappears into a deeper stand of
trees.

			CORA
		(O.S.)
	Alice, did you see that ...?

CORA'S

reverie's broken by Heyward entering the frame.

			CORA
	Alice?

Alice rouses from fatigue.

			HEYWARD
	Are you alright?

			ALICE
	Can we rest soon?

			HEYWARD
	Absolutely.

Heyward rides to the front of the column to Magua, who's
twenty to thirty yards ahead
of everybody else.

			HEYWARD
	You there, Scout!

Magua slowly turns towards Heyward.

			HEYWARD
		(overly articulated)
	We must ... stop ... soon. Women are ... tired.
	You ... understand?

			MAGUA
		(perfect English)
	I understand. This is not good place to stop.
	Two leagues from here. No water 'til then.
	That where we stop. Better place.

			HEYWARD
	No. Stop in the glade just ahead! When the
	ladies are rested, we will proceed. Do you
	understand?

			MAGUA
		(in Huron: English subtitle)
	"Magua understand paleface is a dog to his women.
	When his women want to eat, he lay aside his
	tomahawk to feed their laziness."

			HEYWARD
	Excuse me. What did you say?

			MAGUA
	Magua say: "Yes. Good idea."

As they begin to stop ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR MOUNTAINS & FOREST - WIDE - DAY

Silently entering on either side of us come Chingachgook,
followed by Hawkeye and
Uncas. Even relaxed, they carry themselves with a degree
of alertness. They're
eighteenth century Viet Cong moving through the rain
forest. The Maxfield
Parrish/Hudson Valley of tall trees, ravines and streams
is idyllic in front of them. All
three cradle their long guns and move silently on
moccasined feet.

FRONTAL: CHINGACHGOOK

- in a stream - relaxed but attentive, abruptly stops.
The others freeze in their tracks.
Chingachgook sees and then stoops to examine ...

ROCK

under the water in the stream. It's been turned from its
bed. Chingachgook finds
another. Uncas, moving up on his flank, climbs the bank
and moves off into the trees,
searches and then he gestures ... he's found another sign
of something.

CHINGACHGOOK

has headed off further down the stream and discovers
nothing. Rapidly he rejoins Uncas
and Hawkeye who've become extremely alert. They move up
the bank into the forest
ninety degrees from their previous path.

TRACKING: HAWKEYE, UNCAS & CHINGACHGOOK

moving. Fast. Nearly soundless. They hardly disturb a
blade of grass. The impression:
expertise, deadliness and an impression something's
wrong.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST, TRAIL - MAGUA - DAY

on point. The trail cuts the side of a hill. The ground
on one side rises into a forest
acclivity and on the other falls off into a forested
ravine. Magua walking towards
camera.

CLOSER - MAGUA'S

slid his tomahawk out from the front of his belt that
girdles his waist. He lets the shaft
drop into his hand. He shrugs off his blanket. There is a
solidity to his dark, tall figure
we didn't see before. Magua turns about face and advances
on the column.
TRACK WITH Magua.
Heyward and the Munro girls pass the camera as does Sgt.
Major Ambrose, marching
in advance of the men. Magua is approaching the soldier
on the left in the first row.
We see Magua has caught the Redcoat's eye.

REDCOAT

is curious, starts to smile. What does the Huron want to
say to him? When Magua is
two steps away he caves in the side of the infantryman's
head at the temple with the
spike end of his tomahawk and, backhanded, hacks the
blade through the side of the
neck of the center man in the first row.

SIMULTANEOUSLY

thirteen muskets EXPLODE from the wooded rise.

FIVE REDCOATS

are blown off the path, two others are wounded ...

AMBROSE

			AMBROSE
	Form company! Left face! March!

ALICE

shrieks. Cora grabs Alice's reins and her own.

HEYWARD

pulling his fusil (short musket), seeing, firing,
reaching for the women ...

CORA'S HORSE

bucking.

ALICE'S HORSE

bolting, dodging sideways, spilling Alice to the earth.

AMBROSE

			AMBROSE
	Company make ready!

The regulars slam into a firing line, stepping over the
bodies of their comrades. All
thirteen face the incline.

FORESTED RISE - HURONS

flash downhill through the trees. Partnered in two-man
teams, one loads and prepares
and fires while the other advances to the next cover. He,
then, prepares and fires
covering his partner's advance. Leaping fallen trees and
boulders, they're athletic, fast
and rapidly closing.
Even though the disciplined English regulars are a
killing machine, we now see their
tactics in the dense forest are grossly inferior to the
Hurons' ...

			AMBROSE
	Present!!

CORA

covers Alice with her body, holding the reins of their
bolting horses.

HEYWARD

from horseback aims his horse pistol, FIRES ...

AN ATTACKING HURON

leaping at him past Alice & Cora drops.

MULE

with baggage crashes off, down the ravine. Another two
Redcoats drop. Nine left.
Then eight.

AMBROSE

			AMBROSE
	Fire!!

A musket volley as eight muskets go off as one shot,
sending a lead scythe through
leaves. But ...

REVERSE:

Hurons were behind cover. Only one was exposed and hit.

			AMBROSE
		(continuing)
	Load! Prime!

The English rush to complete the reload. Will they do it
in time?

			AMBROSE
		(continuing)
	Present! Present!

Suddenly, Hurons - en masse - CRASH down onto the
Redcoats line with tomahawks,
war clubs and point-blank musket fire.

ALICE

on the ground, screaming insanely, covered by Cora who's
protecting her little sister,
and ...

HEYWARD'S

horse shot from beneath him, the animal folding, falling
straight to the earth, and ...

MAGUA

shoots Ambrose in the chest, and ...

HEYWARD

by the Munro daughters spins, swinging his fusil like a
ball-bat, upending one Huron
and lunges with his bayonet in his left towards another.
But this Huron easily slips the
thrust and slams Heyward with his rifle butt.

BRITISH

dead and dying.

AMBROSE

blood gushing from his chest wound, fires his pistol,
dropping a Huron; slashes a
second with his sword. Then he's chopped down. Hurons
begin scalping the British
while four race towards Heyward and the two women.

HEYWARD & CORA & ALICE

ready to die. Heyward has only his fusil as a bludgeon.
He readies ...

THREE LOUD SHOTS

BLOW three of the Hurons sideways, head over heels down
the rise.

REVERSE: THREE MEN

barely seen, running diagonally across the fall line of
the ravine. In parts, we recognize
Nathaniel, recharging Killdeer on full run, and Uncas.

HURON'S

not sure where the shots came from. Suddenly Chingachgook
slams him, head first into
the ravine with the war club. He didn't even slow down.

HURON

warrior spins. Uncas tomahawks his shoulder. The Huron
swings downwards. Uncas
ducks beneath the swing and slashes his throat, sending
him downhill into CAMERA
as ...

HAWKEYE'S

momentum and thrown tomahawk spread-eagles one Huron,
near a couple of wounded
Redcoats who fight on ...

MAGUA

calmly sees the odds have changed. His attention becomes
focused. He commits a very
revealing act seen through the blurred foreground action
of struggling bodies. We will
remember it. He raises his musket and aims at ...

CORA MUNRO

who's unaware she's a target. Why is he singling out a
Munro girl to kill?

HAWKEYE

sees. Killdeer's at his shoulder ...

TIME SLOWS: MAGUA

senses Hawkeye. Moving through liquid, his eyes drift
left. The moment is frozen.
Their eyes lock, each to the other's. Then ...

TIME UNFREEZES

Magua swings at Hawkeye and FIRES ...

HAWKEYE

shifts. The .65 caliber musket ball rockets past his ear
and he's already squeezing
Killdeer's trigger as ...

HAWKEYE'S POV OVER BARREL: SMOKE

from Magua's musket blast clears. Magua's gone. He almost
shape-shifted, it happened
so quickly. It's nearly mystical.

HAWKEYE

lowers Killdeer, impressed.

CORA

glances back at Hawkeye. She doesn't know why he's
looking at her.

CHINGACHGOOK

pursues two fleeing Hurons up the incline. Two strides
gain him the first man, who he
hamstrings and runs over to pursue the second up the hill
... as ...

HEYWARD

in the confused melee, grabs a found musket and aims it
at an Indian. We recognize that
he's aiming at Chingachgook pursuing the second Huron up
the hill ...

			CORA
	No, Duncan!

Duncan ignores her.

HEYWARD'S MUSKET

is jerked from his hands.

			HAWKEYE
	 ... case your aim is any better'n your judgment.

He's drawn his sword, reflexively. Hawkeye flips the
musket around one-handed. It's
pointed at Heyward's chest. And Hawkeye FIRES, killing an
attacking Huron behind
Heyward. As Heyward spins ...

CHINGACHGOOK'S WAR CLUB

flashes up the hill. It cleaves the second man's back and
bowls him over. Chingachgook
retrieves his club as his scalping knife slashes down ...

UNCAS

scalps the man he killed. Chingachgook dispatches the
Huron he hamstrung.

WIDE

Sudden silence. Heyward's motionless. The women are
frozen, as terrified of the
savages and apparent half-breed rescuers as they were of
those who attacked them.

ALICE

Cora, holding her, is stunned but functioning. Moments
ago both women were clean
and demure. Now their riding dresses are torn,
mud-stained, blood-spattered and their
baggage is gone.

HEYWARD'S

crossed to his slaughtered soldiers. Moments ago they
were a testament to British
military power. Now they're dead meat. Ambrose's body is
against a tree. In the B.G. 	two of the wounded start to
rise ...

			ALICE
		(O.S.)
	Stop it!

Heyward spins.

UNCAS

just cut the throat of the second Narraganset. It drops
into the brush. Alice attacks
him.

			ALICE
	We need them to get out of here!

Uncas gently restrains her. Cora reaches Alice and grabs
her away from the "savage".
Heyward runs in to protect the women ...

			HEYWARD
		(to Nathaniel)
	... why the bloody hell he do that to the horses?!

Uncas, all business, is now reloading, lifting powder
horns, scanning the trees.

			UNCAS
		(matter of fact)
	... too easy to track ... they can be heard for
	miles ... find yourself a musket ...

Cora's surprised by Uncas' easy English. Hawkeye's
scanning the forest.

			HAWKEYE
		(to Heyward)
	Your wounded should try walkin' back to Albany.
	They'll never make a passage north.

			HEYWARD
		(breathless)
	We were headed ...

			HAWKEYE
		(appropriating a knife)
	... Fort William Henry.

CHINGACHGOOK

to Hawkeye: let's go ... Then a fast exchange of
Delaware. Cora's surprised to see it's
Chingachgook's decision. Chingachgook looks at the
survivors, gives his assent, starts
off.

			HAWKEYE
	... take you as far as the fort.

Hawkeye throws Heyward a musket. Cora & Alice look
towards Heyward. He looks at
them: the women are totally terrified and do not move.

			HAWKEYE
	If we are goin' to take you, we need to move.
	Fast ... And the fort is well off our course.
	So if you all rather wait for the next Huron
	war party to come by, we'll be on our way.

Heyward quickly decides to go. The women follow. Hawkeye
starts off after Uncas and
Chingachgook.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST - HAWKEYE - DAY

moves through the trackless forest. Uncas is far out on
the left flank. Cora, Alice &
Duncan Heyward follow in Hawkeye's and Chingachgook's
steps ...

HAWKEYE'S FEET

walking through a creek, stepping in the stream bed
instead of on stones. The others
follow. Hawkeye looks at Heyward.

HEYWARD

conforms. He's ill at ease not being in command,
following the lead of some half-Indian
frontiersman through a foreign wilderness.]

			HEYWARD
	How far is it, scout?

			HAWKEYE
	Day and a half
		(pause)
	Where did you get ... the guide?

			HEYWARD
	Colonel Munro sent him. He was one of our
	Mohawk allies.

			HAWKEYE
	He is Huron and nothing else.
		(checking the Munro girls are
		not too close)
	Why would he want to murder the girl?

			HEYWARD
	What?!

			HAWKEYE
	Dark haired ...

			HEYWARD
	Miss Cora Munro. He never set eyes on
	her before today.

			HAWKEYE
	No blood vengeance? No re-proach or insult?

			HEYWARD
	Of course not!
		(pause)
	And how is it you were nearby?

			HAWKEYE
	Came across the war party, tracked 'em.

			HEYWARD
	Then you're assigned to Fort William Henry?

			HAWKEYE
	No.

			HEYWARD
	Fort Edward, then?

			HAWKEYE
	No. Headin' west. To Can-tuck-ee.

			HEYWARD
	I thought all our colonial scouts were in
	the militia?

Off to the side, Uncas smiles at the idea.

			HAWKEYE
	I ain't your "scout". And I am in no damn
	militia.

			HEYWARD
		(stops)
	Then you are one of those who would allow
	England to fight alone while she protects
	you from France?

			HAWKEYE
	England does not protect me and does not
	war against France on our account. She uses
	us to war against France on her own account ...
	of greed for land and furs.

CORA'S

appalled.

			HAWKEYE
		(turns)
	Clear it up any?

			HEYWARD
		(loud)
	I owe you gratitude or I'd call you out!

			HAWKEYE
		(low)
	Do not let gratitude get in the way ...

Cora's hand holds back Heyward's sword arm because
suddenly Chingachgook looms
over him.

			CHINGACHGOOK
		(to Hawkeye)
	Yengeese no good in woods. Make more
	noise, I kill him.

Heyward spins. Hawkeye coolly watches Cora. Her attitude
is hostile; aligned with
Heyward. He turns away. Meanwhile ...

UNCAS

stops, alarmed. Something in the air bothers him. Hawkeye
smells it, too.

CHINGACHGOOK

is already moving out front, low and fast ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST, TREE LINE - GREEN BRANCHES - DAY

After we HOLD, we realize Chingachgook's been there all
along. Hawkeye and Uncas
join him where the branches meet the ground. Smoke drifts
through the trees.
Hawkeye sees and dips his head, then looks again ...

EXTERIOR CAMERON CABIN - WIDE - DAY

Burned, smoldering, having fallen in on itself. TRACK
LEFT past what was the
doorway. A dead child's hand protruding from the ruin. A
fragment of a dress. Charred
and smoldering wood. John Cameron's body in the wreckage.
And then, through the
collapsed posts and timbers, Hawkeye, Chingachgook and
Uncas have advanced and
are seeing what we've just seen; and then Cora and Alice.

ALICE

approaches and is frozen in horror. Cora shields her from
the sight. Cora is affected but
confronts it directly.

			HEYWARD
		(O.S.)
	Anything to be done?

UNCAS

returns from under one part of the wreckage, ashen,
stoic, as they all are. We know the
degree of their inner pain.

			UNCAS
	All dead ...

HAWKEYE

bends over a moccasin print that Chingachgook's
examining. They look at each other
grimly. Heyward joins them.

			HEYWARD
	Who were these people?

			HAWKEYE
		(re: print)
	Ottawa!

			HEYWARD
	Excuse me ...

			CHINGACHGOOK
		(to Hawkeye)
	Ottawa.

UNCAS

enters, very careful where he places his feet ... Hawkeye
gestures to Heyward to stay
where he is: on the periphery with the women.

			UNCAS
	Mirrors ... tools ... clothes ... all inside.

			HAWKEYE
		(to Chingachgook)
	Movin' fast, not able to carry much ...
	this was a war party?

Chingachgook nods confirmation and indicates a direction
in Mohican. The significance
is very ominous to them. We don't know why yet.
Chingachgook starts away ...

			HEYWARD
	Let us look after them ...

He starts approaching the bodies.

			CHINGACHGOOK
	Leave them.

Heyward stops. Hawkeye and Uncas follow Chingachgook,
leaving the cabin.

			CORA
		(hasn't moved)
	Though they are strangers, they are at
	least entitled to a Christian burial!

			HAWKEYE
		(shaking his head)
	Let us go, miss.

			CORA
	I will not. I have seen the face of war
	before, Mr. Poe, but never war made on
	women and children. And almost as
	cruel is your indifference.

Hawkeye turns back and rapidly approaches her. She takes
a step back, fearful.

			HAWKEYE
		(contained)
	Miss Munro.
		(pause)
	They are not strangers ....
	And they stay as they lay ...!

CORA

realizes Hawkeye knew these people and is deeply
affected. She also realizes for the
first time this is a whole new world with dynamics and
complexities, behavior and
rhythms she doesn't understand. He turns away from her
and walks on. She hesitates a
moment.

WIDE ON THE SMALL CLEARING IN FRONT OF THE FARMHOUSE

as Chingachgook and Hawkeye, extremely alert and cradling
their cocked flintlocks,
walk to camera, eyes sweeping the forest perimeter;
they're followed by Cora, Heyward
helping Alice and Uncas as rearguard.

The ruined cabin and the dead dream of a family smolders
behind them.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR GLADE - PROFILE: HAWKEYE - NIGHT

moves through to where the trees seem sparse and are
unnaturally white birch and
some thin grass grows. The land rises into a mound.
Chingachgook and the others
avoid stepping on the grass and cross to the other side
of it.

CHINGACHGOOK

mutters something to Uncas. He nods and disappears
amongst the white birch,
soundlessly.

HAWKEYE

throws Heyward a blanket. Heyward spreads the blanket
below the top of the mound
and - maintaining silence - he gestures for Cora & Alice
to rest there.

ALICE'S HEAD

hits the blanket. She curls into a fetal position and
she's out. Heyward is nearby on
watch.
Hawkeye has taken a position two-thirds of the way around
the crescent shaped
mound.
Cora has sought him out.

HAWKEYE

doesn't react as Cora enters. He's scanning the trees;
not looking at her.
They whisper ...

			CORA
	Why didn't you bury those people?

			HAWKEYE
	Anyone lookin' to pick up our trail, would
	see it as a sign of our passing ...

			CORA
	You knew them.

Hawkeye looks at her and nods.

			CORA
		(stiffly)
	You were acting for our benefit. And I
	apologize. I misunderstood you.

			HAWKEYE
	Well that is to be expected. My father ...

			CORA
	Your "father"?

			HAWKEYE
	Chingachgook. He warned me about
	people like you.

			CORA
	He did?

			HAWKEYE
	Yes. He said ... "do not try to make them
	understand you."

			CORA
	What?!

			HAWKEYE
	Yes. And "do not try to understand them.
	That is because they are a breed apart and
	they make no sense ..."

Cora's indignation is cut off because ...

UNCAS

moving fast. He gestures back the way he came and it
means they're in jeopardy. Uncas
disappears around the mound.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR BIRCH FOREST - TREES - NIGHT

Nothing. Imperceptibly we move closer and start to see
shapes blocking out part of the
white birch.

RED-PAINTED FACE

white eyes. A ruff of red hair stands straight up at the
back of the large man's head.
Slit and monstrously elongated earlobes are weighted with
silver. He's followed by
others. Wary, silently, they hunt.

DEEPER: MORE OTTAWA

Towards the rear are two French Rangers ("Coureurs des
Bois") from Le Regiment de
la Sarre. They're bearded, dirty, dressed Indian-style in
moccasins, leggings and
breechcloths with hooded hunting shirts. There's nothing
clumsy about them. They're
the 18th century version of Special Forces who've gone
indigenous. If they and the
Ottawa find our people, it's all over.

ALICE

seeing the red-painted Ottawa approach, starts to panic.
Her hyperventilating and
involuntary small sounds of fear will reveal their
position. A hand covers her mouth and
silences her struggling. WIDEN. It's Uncas. His other arm
is around her, holding her,
looking towards the advancing Ottawa.

HAWKEYE

on his back, his tomahawk within reach on the ground.

OTTAWA & FRENCH

are fifty yards away from the crescent mound behind which
lie our people. Mist
envelops them ...

CHINGACHGOOK

His massive arms spread revealing his war club in his
left fist; his fusil in his right hand.

HAWKEYE

waiting for the attack. Cora's eyes are anxious, but
there's no terror there. Nathaniel's
impressed with her cool. He hands her a pistol. She takes
it. He listens for the soft drop
of moccasined feet ...

OTTAWA

through the grass. Thirty feet away they stop. They're
motionless. Then their leader
gestures and they start backing out. The French Rangers
continue towards the crescent.
The Ottawa chief takes one's arm and stops him. The
French Ranger whispers
something inaudible. The Ottawa chief shakes his head,
"Non. Pas possible ..."
And means it. They retreat.

SEPERATE SHOTS: HAWKEYE, UNCAS, CHINGACHGOOK, CORA

tensely monitor the Ottawa retreat.

UNCAS & ALICE

He slowly removes his hand from her mouth. She's a little
shy, then she looks up,
catches his eyes. Then she averts her face.

CHINGACHGOOK

sees all of it; doesn't like it.

HAWKEYE

The Ottawa are gone.

			CORA
		(quietly)
	Why did they turn back?

In answer Hawkeye looks behind & above her head.

CORA

turns and makes out stilt platforms of skeletons and torn
strips of buckskin silhouetted
against the night sky in the distance. They have camped
on sanctified ground, a burial
place.

CORA & HAWKEYE

She thinks it would be a mistake to ever underestimate
the skill of these men or the
danger & complexity of this place. She hands the pistol
back to him. Their hands almost
touch.

			CORA
		(still pissed off)
	"We're a breed apart and we make no
	sense" ...?

			HAWKEYE
		(smiles)
	In your particular case, miss, I would
	make some allowance ...

			CORA
		(sarcastic)
	Thank you so much.

Cora is angry. Hawkeye, staring at the trees, glances at
her. She settles, looking at him.
Her mood changes. Then ...

			CORA
	You called Chingachgook your "father"?
	Where is your real family?

Hawkeye's surprised by her question.

			HAWKEYE
	They buried my ma & pa and my sisters.
	And Chingachgook - who found me with
	two French trappers - raised me up as his
	own.

			CORA
	I'm sorry.

			HAWKEYE
	I do not remember them. I was one or two.

			CORA
	How did you learn English?

			HAWKEYE
	My father sent Uncas & I to Reverend
	Wheelock's school when I was ten. So
	we would know both worlds ... though
	we were told only bother learning readin' &
	arithmetic from yous.

			CORA
	And what were the consequentialities of
	European culture you didn't bother with?

			HAWKEYE
	The Bible. Monarchy. Many wrong ideas
	about the government of men. My father's
	people already know each man is his own
	nation. And only he can have dominion
	over himself. Not kings. No man is better
	than any other man.

			CORA
	In London those radical ideas could land
	you in Newgate prison.
		(changing the subject)
	Why were those people living in this
	defenseless place ...?

			HAWKEYE
	'Cos frontier land's the only land affordable
	to poor people. So after seven years
	indentured service in Virginia, they headed
	out here where they are beholden to none
	and not livin' by another's leave ...
	Their name was Cameron. John & Alexandria.

Cora sees the slate grey clouds and, in between, the
fields of stars. She looks at 	Hawkeye; then again up at
the night sky.

			HAWKEYE
		(continuing; looking up)
	My father's people say ... at the birth of the
	sun and of his brother, the moon, their
	mother died ... so the sun gave to the earth
	her body, from which was to spring all life.
	And he drew forth from her breast the stars.
	The stars he threw into the night sky to
	remind him of her soul.
		(the sky)
	So there is the Camerons' monument ...
	my folks', too, I guess.

CORA'S

pensive. Hawkeye's watching her. Her reaction is
enigmatic. After a pause ...

			CORA
		(low)
	You are right, Mr. Poe. We do not
	understand what is happening here.
	And it is not as I imagined it would be,
	thinking of it in Boston and London ...

			HAWKEYE
	Sorry to disappoint you ...

			CORA
		(eyes downcast)
	On the contrary. It is more deeply stirring ...
	to my blood ...
		(then up into his eyes)
	... than any imagining could possibly have
	been ...

She closes her eyes, turns slightly and prepares to
sleep. Hawkeye is the one left staring
into the birch forest, a little surprised. Some of his
assumptions about her were
wrong ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST - WIDE - LATE AFTERNOON

Deep fog has set in. A hand entering the frame scares the
hell out of us. It moves a
branch aside. It's Uncas. Spread to the right is
Chingachgook, far to the left is
Hawkeye. They hike up a steep forested slope in the heart
of the Adirondacks.

			CORA
	Much further?

			HAWKEYE
	Top of this ridge. Fort and Lake George are
	downhill of it.

ALICE

Re-energized, her spirits pick up.

			ALICE
	Will we be able to bathe?

Before Cora can answer they hear a deep, rolling roar.
Alice is alarmed.

			CORA
	Thunder ... Papa will arrange something.

UNCAS

looks over his shoulder, sees something in the far
distance, gestures to Hawkeye and
Chingachgook.

HAWKEYE'S POV: DISTANT HILLS

and the band of red-painted Ottawa and Coureurs des Bois,
who have now split into
two groups, are still on their trail. Meanwhile,
oblivious ...

			HEYWARD
	The men of the regiment will fetch water from
	the lake, build fires and provide every comfort
	you desire, Alice ...

			ALICE
	Duncan, you are absolutely gallant. If Cora
	doesn't marry you, I shall.

			CORA
	Alice!

Heyward laughs. Hawkeye sees them. It bothers us: will
these Europeans, including
Cora, shed their frontier experience?

			ALICE
	I can't wait to see Papa ...

			CORA
	And you, Duncan? What are you looking
	forward to?

			HEYWARD
	Posting to a different continent.

He and Alice laugh. Cora does not.

			CORA
	I think it's very important and exciting.

Heyward looks at her. She's not kidding.

ANOTHER ANGLE: HEYWARD

helps Alice. As he does, he stares at Cora's seperation
and now her proximity to
Hawkeye, who's walking on ahead, is something Heyward
doesn't like. His dark
thoughts are distracted by a FLASH of light and more
ROLLING THUNDER.

WIDE FROM THE FRONT - HAWKEYE

drops and pulls Cora to the ground.

			CORA
	Lightning?

Hawkeye doesn't answer as he, Chingachgook, Uncas and
Heyward make their way to
the top of the ridge.

CLOSER ANGLES: CORA & ALICE

join them and look down upon their expectation of a
secure piece of England in the
wilderness, a safe harbor, a father's warm welcome.

THEIR POV: FORT WILLIAM HENRY

is none of those things. The thunder is the roar of
French siege cannon clouded in dense
smoke. The flashes of light are mortar bombs exploding
and illumination rockets' red
glare. Fort William Henry is under a massive siege by a
French and Huron army.

UNCAS

looks over his shoulder.

HIS POV: OTTAWA

pursuing them. There's no way back. They're propelled
forward.

DISSOLVE TO ...

EXTERIOR BATTLEFIELD, FRENCH BATTERY #1 - CLOSE SHOTS -
DUSK

French cannons roar black smoke and gouts of red flame.

TRENCH

dug by sappeurs behind the cover of a huge gambio pushed
toward the fort by two
poles and fascis on the sides.

ENGLISH GUN CREW

searching the night.

POV: BATTLEFIELD

is black.

ENGLISH ROCKETS

light the battlefield revealing the French trenches.

ENGLISH GUN CREW

excited. Colonial militia and Mohawk snipers fire their
rifles. The British gun crew
scrambles to adjust their 18 pounders.

FRENCH BATTERY #1

FIRES.

FRENCH BATTERY #2

FIRES.

EXTERIOR FORT, WEST BATTERY

TRACKING. French cannon FIRE rips into the
fortifications, exploding wood and
earth, shredding the English gun crew with cannister. The
English fight stubbornly, but
we feel they're outgunned. Meanwhile ...

WIDE ANGLE FROM THE WATER

A new artillery duel erupts. The action is to the west
side of the fort. On the north, the
fire fight is reflected on the black water of Lake George
in our foreground. Then a dark
shape wiping to the right cuts off those reflections. We
see in silhouette the outline of a
birch canoe moving silently, barely rippling the mirrored
surface of the lake.

EXTERIOR LAKE GEORGE BANK - DEBRIS

Behind it, two Canadiens and a Huron alternately snipe at
the ramparts.

LOW & WIDE: SNIPERS

Behind them is black water. Its surface is broken by the
rising mass of Chingachgook,
followed by Uncas and Hawkeye. Muzzle flashes from the
cannon reveal the canoe and
the forms of the girls further out. Chingachgook's war
club is held low. The Huron
senses and turns and Hawkeye's thrown tomahawk knocks him
back. Hawkeye's knife
flashes in the night. Chingachgook drives the war club
up, smashing a Canadien onto
the debris. The second Canadien jabs bayonet at Uncas,
slashing his side. Uncas jerks
him forward by the musket, folds him over and tomahawks
him.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY, NORTH WALL - SALLY-PORT
TUNNEL
- NIGHT

Amidst the cannonade roar, ad-libbed shouts from Hawkeye
and Heyward convince
battle begrimed soldiers to open the sally-port. Our
people rush in.

TORCH LIGHT

the group moves through the long, dank, tunnel. Enlisted
men escorting them. Another
torch from the other direction: CAPTAIN BEAMS is
revealed.

			HEYWARD
	I'm Major Duncan Heyward!

			BEAMS
	Captain Jeffrey Beams. We didn't think
	you'd make it through!

			HEYWARD
	Where's Colonel Munro? His daughters are
	here, too.

Beams raises his torch, sees the muddied, soaked women.
He is shocked that they
traveled with Heyward.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY, PARADE GROUND - GROUP -
NIGHT

emerges from a sally-port tunnel. It's smokey. NOISE is
deafening. The group has
traveled through a nightmare, only to arrive in hell.

HEYWARD WITH BEAMS, CORA & HAWKEYE, ALICE, UNCAS &
CHINGACHGOOK

run diagonally past pyramidal stacks of cannon ball,
smoldering beams and shrapnel,
wounded men. Just then a mortar is fired and explodes,
killing the gun crew. On the
ramparts Mohawks and Colonial Militia, sniping at the
French. Women huddle in
corners next to the sick and dying.

UNDER RAMPARTS: MILITIA

			AD LIBS
		(shouts over roar)
	Uncas! Nathaniel ...

HAWKEYE

waves. One wounded man, IAN, intercepts Uncas.

			IAN
	Thought you and Nathaniel weren't
	joinin'-up.

			UNCAS
		(on the run)
	Didn't!

			HAWKEYE
	Dropped in to see how you boys is doin'.

COLONEL MUNRO

running from his quarters is shocked to see them.

			ALICE
		(hysterical)
	Papa, Papa!!

			MUNRO
		(enraged)
	Why are you here?!

Cora is stunned. Alice is decimated by her father's
anger. Munro sees and whips off his
coat to cover them and takes Alice under his arm.
Bombardment resumes. Alice clings
while they race for the cover of his quarters:]

			MUNRO
		(to Heyward; re: Alice & Cora)
	Why did you allow them to come? ... And
	where the bloody hell are my reinforcements!!

They race into the yellow lantern light of Munro's
quarters and slam and bolt the heavy
door. Heyward's confused ...

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR MUNRO'S QUARTERS - NIGHT

			MUNRO
		(embracing his daughters; softer)
	Told you to stay away from this hell hole!
	Why did you disobey me?

			CORA
	When? How?

			MUNRO
	My letter ...

			CORA
	There was none!

			MUNRO
	What?

			CORA
	There was no letter.

			MUNRO
	I sent three men to Webb!

			HEYWARD
	One called Magua arrived.

			CORA
	He delivered no such message.

Munro's stunned.

			MUNRO
	Does Webb not even know we are besieged?

			HEYWARD
	Sir. Webb has no idea. And he certainly does
	not know to send reinforcements!

Munro has nowhere for his rage to go. Meanwhile, Alice
clings to her father. At 45-55,
the British Army has been his life. He blindly believes
in its institutions, though officers
like Webb would disdain his Scots origins.
From under his fury:

			MUNRO
		(flat)
	What happened to you?

			HEYWARD
		(suddenly tired)
	Ambush ... on the George Road. This
	Magua led us into it.
		(pause)
	... eighteen killed. It's these men who
	saved us. They guided us here ...

			MUNRO
	Thank you. How can I reward you?

No answer. Then ...

			HAWKEYE
	Help ourselves to a few horns from your
	powder stores.

			MUNRO
	What else?

			UNCAS
	Some food.

			MUNRO
		(to Uncas)
	I'm indebted to you. And get your side sewn up,
	young man.

MUNRO

sees his exhausted and bloodstained surgeon in the
doorway that leads to the next
rooms.

			MUNRO
		(bellows)
	Mr. Phelps!

PHELPS' face lights up when he sees Cora Munro.

			PHELPS
	Miss Cora! How are you?

			CORA
		(smiles)
	Fine, Mr. Phelps. Have you cat gut and a
	suturing needle?
		(for Uncas)
	And we could use some rum, clothes, and
	a place to wash ...

Cora tries to remove Alice from her father, but she
clings to him. Munro holds her
tighter. Then he whispers something to her. She nods her
head. And Cora takes her.
They exit.

MUNRO

is moved beyond words by his daughters' presence. There's
a break, a pause ...

			MUNRO
		(to Heyward over table map)
	What a place for them ...


			HEYWARD
	Might I enquire after the situation, sir, given
	that I've seen of the French engineering from
	the ridge above?

			MUNRO
		(perfunctory)
	 Logistics are his guns are bigger than mine
	and he has more of them. They keep our heads
	down while his sappers make thirty yards of
	trench a day. His thirteen inch mortars have a
	two hundred yard range, so when they're close
	enough, they'll move them in, lob explosive
	rounds over our walls and pound us to dust.

			HEYWARD
	They look to be three hundred yards out.
	You have three days.

			MUNRO
	Bloody murderers.

			HAWKEYE
	A man, here, can make a run straight through
	to Webb.

			MUNRO
	... not enough time to get to Albany and back
	with reinforcements ...

A Sergeant enters, snaps to attention, says something to
Beams, exits.

			HEYWARD
	Webb's not in Albany. He marched the 33rd to
	Fort Edward two days ago.

			MUNRO
	Webb's at Edward?

			HEYWARD
	Yes, sir.

			MUNRO
	Only twelve miles away! He could be here day
	after tomorrow.
		(to Hawkeye)
	Find your man, sir! Captain Beams will give you
	the message.

Beams nods. Munro turns back to the map. Hawkeye has
something else to say.

			HAWKEYE
	John Cameron's cabin. We come upon it last
	night. Burned out. Everyone murdered. And
	it was Ottawa. They're allied to the French.

Munro looks at him.

			MUNRO
	Yes, Mr. Poe? So?

			HAWKEYE
	It was a war party. It means they're on the
	attack up and down the frontier.

Munro turns to look at him for a long beat. Munro doesn't
like what his response must
be to this news. He turns to Heyward and the map.

			MUNRO
		(cold)
	Thank you.

Hawkeye's dismissed, frozen out.

			HAWKEYE
	Many men here, their homes are in the path.

			MUNRO
	That's all, sir.

Hawkeye is furious. Chingachgook gestures Hawkeye out. He
leaves Munro's quarters
almost knocking over an entering Adjutant who backs way
up to let Chingachgook
pass.

			HEYWARD
	Things were done. Nobody was spared ...

			MUNRO
	Terrible feature of war in the Americas.
		(beat; a mantra)
	Best to keep your sight fixed on our duty.
	Our duty is to defeat France. That hangs
	on a courier to Webb.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR MONTCALM'S MARQUEE - CHORAL GROUP - NIGHT

of three Seneca women and five boys, led by a Jesuit,
sing the Te Deum in the Iroquois
language. This is a large tent that could sleep twenty.
Montcalm's four personal guards
are at the entrance as well as COMTE DE LEVIS in dirty
lace, a facial wound and a
braceful of pistols on a sash. Inside is simple campaign
furniture and a six by eight foot
battle standard and flag of France.

MONTCALM

stands with a huge and fearsome elaborately tattooed and
robed Seneca chief in a silk
turban ...

			SENECA CHIEF
		(low)
	... and the Black Robes of Michilimackinac left
	us no time to put our cabins in order before
telling
	us our French father had need of our aid. We rolled
	our blankets and were the first to be here. Yet we
	are not the first and closest to my father's
campfire.

The Marquis de Montcalm is forty-five, wears a large
wampum belt as a sash over his
waistcoat. He has an acute intellect, an elegant manner.
He is more aristocratic than
Munro, but a consummate professional soldier. Over the
Seneca's shoulder, Montcalm
sees and nods to ...

MAGUA

entering with four Huron braves. This is not the Magua we
saw on the trail. In his scalp
lock, now red-stained and cut to a Huron roach, are three
blacl plumes. A match-coat
blanket drapes his left shoulder.

			MONTCALM
		(to Seneca Chief)
	For my children and the children of the true
	faith, my friendship and esteem is boundless ...
	I will give you three oxen for a feast and tomorrow
	I, myself, will sing the war song with you in the
	great council house.

The Seneca Chief is satisfied and his people, plus the
Jesuit, exit. The look on Magua's
face and the wry expression on Montcalm's allows us to
understand their relationship is
based on realpolitik.

			MONTCALM
	Le Renard Subtil, how are things with your
	English friends?

Magua exhales in derision as he brings a chair to face
Montcalm and sits, European
style ...

			MONTCALM
		(over his shoulder)
	Louis Antoine, join us.

LOUIS ANTOINE DE BOUGAINVILLE enters. He wears a
functional melange of
Indian moccasins over white linen breeches and an
officer's waistcoat.

			MONTCALM
	Hear what le Subtil has to tell us ...

Bougainville published a book on integral calculus at
twenty-five, at twenty-six was a
secretary to the French Ambassador in London, in January
1756 at twenty-seven he
was elected a member of the British Royal Academy of
Science and at age twenty-eight
he's aide de camp to the Marquis de Montcalm with the
rank of captain. Later in life, he
brought "bougainvillea" from Tahiti to Europe to America.

			MAGUA
	English war chief, Webb goes to Fort Edward
	with 33rd Regiment. He does not know my
	father's army attacks Fort William Henry.

			BOUGAINVILLE
	But by now Munro knows his couriers didn't
	get through. He'll send another.

			MAGUA
	The Grey Hair will try.

			BOUGAINVILLE
	Four or five, including two women entered the
	fort ...

			MAGUA
	The Grey Hair's children were under Magua's
	knife but escaped. They'll be under it again.

			MONTCALM
	Why do hate the Grey Hair, Magua?

			MAGUA
	When the Grey Hair is dead, Magua will eat
	his heart. Before he dies Magua will put his
	children under the knife so the Grey Hair will
	see his seed is wiped out forever.

Montcalm won't get a direct answer.

			MONTCALM
	My sappeurs are advancing the trenches through
	the night, now. You may have your opportunity
	soon.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR SURGERY, ENTRANCE - PHELPS - NIGHT

exhausted, sitting on a low stool, taking a breath.

			HAWKEYE (O.S.)
		She know what she's doin'?

Phelps looks up, then he looks over his shoulder at Cora.
She's in a borrowed
launderess dress/blouse ... She looks different. He's a
little indignant.

			PHELPS
	First assisted me in Austria when she was
	fourteen. I would say she does ...

Her apron is stained. Hawkeye sees this may be her first
time in the New World, but it's
not her first military campaign. Still angered at Munro's
dismissive response, he's
nevertheless falling for Cora.

			HAWKEYE
	She does not shy away from much ...

			PHELPS
		(elsewhere)
	What's that?

			HAWKEYE
	Nothin'.

Alice Munro has caught Hawkeye's attention. Outside the
surgery where a casement
meets a wall, she sits, withdrawn. A catatonic older
woman in a fine dress sits next to
her.

			PHELPS (O.S.)
	Miss Cora? Gentleman looking for you.

HAWKEYE

enters. Cora's sewing up Uncas.

			CORA
		(looks up)
	Mr Poe?

			HAWKEYE
	Miss.
		(re: cotton)
	May I?

Cora, curious, nods. Hawkeye cuts some pieces from her
ruined and discarded dress
that she now uses to bandage Uncas. We don't know why;
neither does Cora.

			HAWKEYE
		(to Uncas)
	You 'bout done holdin' hands with Miss Munro?

Uncas laughs, looking from her to Hawkeye. Then he's up
and he hurts. Cora starts to
tend another wounded man. As they start out, Hawkeye
hesitates. Sensing it, Cora
turns.

			CORA
	What are you looking at, Mr. Poe?

			HAWKEYE
	Why, I am looking at you, Miss.

Cora measures the directness of Hawkeye's manner. It's
not insolent, only unsettling.
Feeling foolish; she turns. He leaves.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FRENCH TRENCHES - SAPPEURS & ENGINEERS - 	NIGHT

having worked through the night, are still digging the
diagonally-advancing trench. We
note it's closer than it was.

EXTERIOR FRENCH TRENCHES - FRENCH PICKETTS

at their posts guard the sappeurs. Meanwhile ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY, WEST SIDE - SALLY-PORT -
NIGHT

opens. Ten Mohawks and Rangers crawl towards the French
lines. Meanwhile ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY, PARAPET - HAWKEYE & UNCAS -
NIGHT

are low and out of French sight in the northeast battery.
Four others are with them,
including Captain Jack. Stacked rifles are against the
casement. We don't know why.
Each rifle is within reach of Hawkeye's hand. Hawkeye is
taking extra care loading
Killdeer. He charges it once, then overloads the powder
by a quarter charge.

			UNCAS
	You told him about the raid?

			HAWKEYE
		(nods)
	He does not want to hear it.
		(pause)
	But he is gonna have to.

			JACK
		(to one man)
	Get together by the West Battery James & Ian,
	Sharitarish & William.

Hawkeye uses the fine cotton he took from Cora. Uncas
sees it.

			UNCAS
	Tight weave.

			HAWKEYE
	Another forty yards?


Uncas nods. Hawkeye wets it to make a tighter gas seal
and rams it home. The tighter
fit requires more effort.

HAWKEYE

looks below to ground level ...

A FRONTIERSMAN - COURIER

Two pistols are holstered in a sash around his chest. He
wears no hat and carries no
pack. He waits by the sally-port door.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FRENCH TRENCH - THREE PICKETS - NIGHT

are suddenly tomahawked and knifed by stripped down 42nd
Highlanders and
Mohawks. Alarm is raised. French and some Huron run to
advance. Shots are fired.
The Rangers & Mohawks fall back.

FRENCH

emboldened, pursue ...

TRENCH IN FRONT OF WEST WALL

suddenly Heyward and three companies of the 62nd regiment
of Foot (60 men) are
over the top in perfect formation ...

			HEYWARD
	Sergeant! Form three ranks!

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Sir!
		(bellows to troops)
	Upon the center, wheel to the left-about!
	March!
		(three motions; drums)
	Rear ranks, proper distance!
		(the rear ranks back up six paces)
	Front ranks, take your distance! March!
		(everybody moves)
	Halt!
		(in unison they slam to a stop)
	Make ready!
		(muskets snap to port arms)

MOHAWKS & HIGHLANDERS

dodge right & left of the 62nd's line of fire.

FRENCH

are coming forward. Their sergeants trying to stop and
form their men in ad-libbed
French.

62ND REGIMENT OF FOOT

			SERGEANT MAJOR
		(dead cool)
	First rank! Second rank! Present arms!
		(muskets shouldered)

			HEYWARD
	Fire!!!

Like one shot, lightening, smoke and .65 caliber death
screams from the first two ranks
like a scythe, cutting down ...

REVERSE: FRENCH

Fourteen wounded or killed ...

62ND REGIMENT OF FOOT - HEYWARD

exposed. He's oblivious to incoming rounds. A piece of
hat is blown off, epaulet is shot
off. The man next to him is killed and bloodies Heyward's
coat.

			HEYWARD
	Advance, Sergeant Major!

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Sir!!!
		(to soldiers)
	Third rank! Twelve paces! Forward march!

Drums. The rear rank walks through the first two ranks,
who are priming and loading
in perfect order to their Sergeant Major's commands. As
the third rank becomes the
first rank ...

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Shoulder arms!
		(slam)
	Present!
		(slam)

			HEYWARD
	Fire!!!

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY - COURIER - NIGHT

sprints for the trees during the diversion of Heyward's
sally.

TWO HURONS

materialize from nowhere and charge at him ... both are
BLOWN off their feet by ...

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY, CASEMENT - UNCAS & HAWKEYE

now handed already-loaded, primed and cocked rifles while
the four men behind them
reload the two just fired. Hawkeye gestures ...

EXTERIOR HILLSIDE - THREE HALF-SAVAGE CANADIENS

are running down the hill to intercept the courier. One
fires ...

COURIER

a near miss.

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY - HAWKEYE

FIRES. A half second later, Uncas FIRES.

EXTERIOR HILLSIDE

One Canadien's falling through the trees as the second
one's hit by Uncas' shot.

HAWKEYE

reaches out his hand. Killdeer with the heavier load is
slapped into it. Hawkeye aims.
Looks away a second and comes back to the sight in deep
concentration. The world
goes silent ...

HAWKEYE'S POV: COURIER & CANADIEN

pursuer are barely visible. Only patches appear
momentarily between the trees. They're
three hundred yards away: an impossible shot in 1757.

EXTERIOR FOREST - THE CANADIEN

will intersect the courier. His arm is back with his
tomahawk to throw ...

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY - HAWKEYE

judges wind, elevates the long rifle ... and FIRES at us.

JUMP CUT BACK:

TREES

Hawkeye's heavy round rips through. We HEAR the ball cut
air. A few leaves flutter ...

EXTERIOR FOREST - CANADIEN

whacked head over heels by the impact.

COURIER

looks over his shoulder. He didn't know the Canadien was
there. He stumbles in the
half light. Then he runs on ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY - WEST SALLY-PORT

The three companies of the 62nd Regiment of Foot file
back into the fort in perfect
order. The sally-port is closed. Three men are wounded.
The diversion worked
perfectly.

			HEYWARD
	Sergeant Major!

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Sir!

			HEYWARD
	Thank you, Sergeant Major. Thank the men.

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Atten-hut!

TROOPERS & MILITIA

have seen no action for three days & nights. Heyward got
their blood running and won
their respect. They step aside and nod to him. Heyward
keeps walking. He is home.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR MUNRO'S BEDCHAMBER - DOOR - NIGHT

a knock and Heyward enters.

CORA & ALICE

Alice is in her father's bed. Cora is collecting and
tearing linen into strips for bandaging.

			HEYWARD
	Cora ... I wanted to talk to you, but I'll
	come back another time ...

Alice looks at the two of them and rises out of the bed.

			CORA
	Alice ...

			ALICE
	Talk to Duncan, Cora ... I must manage ...
	I cannot be an invalid schoolgirl.
		(starts
		for door)
	I'll see if Mr. Phelps needs anything ...

She leaves.

			HEYWARD
	I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ...

			CORA
	Her nerves are shattered. She's trying
	to be brave.

There's a lot going on under Cora's surface. We don't
know what it is, but it's
disconcerting.

			HEYWARD
	Cora, I adore you and, when we come together,
	we will be the happiest couple in England ...
	I am certain of that. More than ever before.
		(softens)
	I believe you must trust the judgment of others
	who hold your welfare so close to their hearts ...

			CORA
	Duncan ...
		(pause)
	Duncan, I promised you an answer. You
	have complimented me with your persistence
	and patience ... But the decision I've come
	to is I'd rather make the gravest of mistakes
	than surrender my own judgment.

Heyward is stunned.

			CORA
	And it's been unfair to you, while I search
	myself for feelings, which, if they were
	there and as strong as they ought to be,
	would've made themselves known long ago ...
		(pause)
	Take my admiration and friendship, Duncan.
	And please take this as my final answer.
	It must be no.

Heyward' shattered inside.

			HEYWARD
	I see ...

			CORA
	I am sorry, Duncan ...

Heyward nods. He's speechless. He's errect as he leaves
the room.

CLOSE: CORA

The tension rushes out of her and she shudders and leans
against the quarter-timbered
walls for support. Then she collects the linen and starts
out.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR FORT, INNER CORRIDOR - CORA

moving through the corridor past wounded. Two French
mortar bombs explode above
one of the casements. We hear shrill screams in the
distance and ...

			HAWKEYE (O.S.)
	... it was no raidin' party out for pillage. The
	cabin was attacked by a war party. They are
	sweeping south down the frontier spreading
	terror among farms and Mohawk villages 'cos
	all the men are here.

			IAN (O.S.)
	And my cabin's not thirteen miles south of
	Cameron's!

Cora, passing the open door to Munro's crowded office,
now hesitates.

CORA'S POV: THE ROOM

Hawkeye, Captain Jack Winthrop, Ian, seven or eight other
militia spokesmen, Munro,
Heyward, two adjutants, one lieutenant of Rangers.

			MUNRO
		(to Jack)
	I must receive proof more conclusive than
	Mr. Poe's opinion before I weaken our
	defenses by allowing militia to withdraw.

			JACK
	Chingachgook's of the same opinion. Taken
	together, that's gospel. Your fort will	 stand
	or fall depending on Webb and reinforcements,
	not these colonials' presence.

			MUNRO
	I judge military matters, Captain Winthrop, not
	you.

			HAWKEYE
	That judgment is not more important than their
	right under agreement with Webb to defend their
	farms & families ... Major Heyward was at John
	Cameron's. He saw what it was.

			MUNRO
		(looking to Heyward for
		confirmation of his point of view)
	What did you see, Major?

Heyward looks around the room. And he catches the doorway
...

CORA

beyond the periphery of men, staring at him.

HEYWARD

Munro is expecting him to be the good soldier in defense
of British military interests.
At the same time ...

CORA

examines him with a cool, level stare.

HEYWARD

looks at Munro. More French rounds detonate O.S. What if
Webb gets here and they
need to launch a counter-attack? They need every man they
have. It's his moment of
decision ...

			HEYWARD
		(to Munro)
	I saw nothing that would lead me to the
	conclusion it was other than a raid by savages
	bent on thievery.

Jack Winthrop grabs Nathaniel.

			HAWKEYE
	You're a liar!

CORA'S

saddened. Heyward's stature has fallen irrevocably in her
eyes.

HEYWARD

can't help it. He turns to look at Cora ...

HEYWARD'S POV: DOORWAY

She's gone.

HEYWARD

suffused with an inner sadness, turns to Hawkeye.

			HAWKEYE
	And the blood is on your hands!

Heyward reaches for his sword.

			MUNRO
		(to Heyward)
	I'll have none of that!
		(to colonials)
	Montcalm is a soldier and a gentleman.
	Not a butcher.

			HAWKEYE
	Easy for you to suppose. While it is their
	women and children, not yours, alone in
	their farms!

			MUNRO
		(exploding)
	You forget yourself!

			JACK
	We are not forgettin' Webb's promise!

			MUNRO
	British promises are honored. And the militia
	will not be released. Because I need more
	definite proof than this man's word!

			JACK
	Nathaniel's word been good on the frontier a
	long time before you got here!

			MUNRO
	This interview's over! The militia stays!

			JACK
		(to Munro)
	Does the rule of English law no longer govern?
	Has it been replaced by absolutism?

This is very dangerous talk.

			HAWKEYE
	And if English law cannot be trusted, maybe
	these people would do better makin' a peace
	with the French!

			HEYWARD
	That is sedition! Treason!

			HAWKEYE
	That is the truth!

			HEYWARD
		(restaining himself)
	I ought to have you whipped from this fort!

			HAWKEYE
	Major!
		(changes down)
	Some day I think you and I are gonna have
	a serious disagreement.

			MUNRO
		(steel)
	Anyone fomenting or advocating leaving
	Fort William Henry will be hung for sedition.
	Anyone leaving will be shot for desertion.
		(pause)
	 My decision is final. Get out.

Hawkeye and the others are not intimidated. Their rage
smolders. The look on
Hawkeye's face says this is not over.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FORT, PARADE GROUND - BONFIRE - NIGHT

Sparks shower skyward. Impromptu music. Some Celtic
proto-bluegrass played on
fiddle & drums. It's stirring.

ANOTHER ANGLE: SOME WOMEN

laundresses, dance from soldier to soldier - English foot
and American Rangers. A few
people lit by the firelight are solemn. Most are stirred
to lift their morale for a while.

THEIR FACES

underlit by the red firelight. They are a disposable
people, a diverse plurality stuck in a
postage stamp-size fort in an ocean of forest, locked
into mortal deadly conflict
because of the policies of cold and distant European
monarchs.

A PLACE A LITTLE DISTANT FROM THE FIRE

We can barely make out the eyes and faces of a number of
men behind logs, crates and
new wreckage from the day's bombardment.

			HAWKEYE
		(low)
	... got no kin in the settlements. If I did,
	I'd be long gone.

			IAN
	You didn't think it right to be here in the
	first place.

			HAWKEYE
	By my light that's how I saw it then and I
	see it that way now ...

			IAN
		(low)
	But we are under English military authority.

			JACK
		(low)
	I believe if they set aside their law as and when
	they wish, their law no longer has rightful
	authority over us. All they have over us is
	tyranny, then. And I'll stay here no longer.
	No force on earth will keep me here ... Anyone
	caught leavin' the fort could be shot. So each
	man make your own decision ... Those who
	are goin', be back here in an hour.

			HAWKEYE
	Out the northern sally-port. Strike for the east
	side of the swamp until you clear the French
	picket line. Head north over the ridge, then
	come about southeast and fork left in Little
	Meadow and you're free of the outpost and
	skirmishers ...

			A COLONIAL
		(grumbles)
	 Should've skinned outta this long ago.

			COLONIAL #2
	Got no families, Captain. Figured we'd stay
	and give 'em a hand even though ...

			HAWKEYE
		(to Colonial #2)
	I'll cover them from the top of the casement.

			JACK
		(in amazement)
	You're not coming with us?

Hawkeye shakes his head.

			HAWKEYE
	Got a reason to stay.

			JACK
	That reason wear a blue dress and work
	in the surgery?

Low laughter

			HAWKEYE
		(dry)
	 It does and it is a better lookin' reason
	than you, Jack Winthrop.
		(more laughs)
	Push hard, 'cos you got to clear the French
	outpost by dawn.
		(sticks out his hand and
		grasps Winthrop's)
	Good luck, Jack.

The men split up ...

CUT TO ...

FIRE - HAWKEYE

wanders among the dancers and musicians clustered in
groups, lit by the firelight.
Someone catches his eye and he moves in that direction
...

HAWKEYE'S POV: CORA

in the shadows, leaning against the wall, searching ...
we sense she's been looking
for him. He comes up to her. She turns in surprise.

CLOSER

Somehow she breathes easier because he's there. She's in
a white shirt with the sleeves
rolled up. Hawkeye leads her away from some of the
people.

CORA & HAWKEYE

Hawkeye takes Cora's hand. Cora is awakening to a new
spirit, a new wind blowing
through a new land, a new self-determination ... She's
drawn to this rough yet graceful
man with his direct manner. Hawkeye settles against a
wall. She leans next to him.
Their shoulders touch.

CORA

To her everything about him seems to be somehow right.
She's discovered that the
passions and outrage that move him, move her ... And her
readiness to give herself to
what stirs the deepest resonances of her soul is the same
as his.

HAWKEYE

looks at her. She's beautiful in the firelight. Cora's
eyes find his and she folds into his
arms. His lips find hers and tears stream down her face.
She's suffused with an elation
she can't explain. In the night before doomsday a romance
is born in rebellion amid the
huddled people in this small stockade ripped from the
black earth of the forests of a
wild continent.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR BARRACKS - LOW & WIDE - DAY

door CRASHES inwards. Twelve British sentries storm in.
Four bear torches.

REVERSE: HAWKEYE, UNCAS, CHINGACHGOOK, TWO COLONIALS &
SOME MOHAWKS

are out of the bunks and moving with them with tomahawks,
knives, a flintlock ...

			SERGEANT (O.S.)
	You! Halt!

BRITISH SENTRIES

their muskets aimed mostly at Hawkeye.

			SERGEANT
	As you were!!

Hawkeye freezes. The others slow down, indecisive ...
Hawkeye drops his tomahawk
and says something in Mohican to restrain Chingachgook
and Uncas. The British in the
torchlight with the long muskets and bayonets are an
image out of Goya.

			SERGEANT
	Take him!

Hawkeye's spun around and while his hands are bound.

			CHINGACHGOOK
		(Mohican; subtitled)
	Why do they make my son prisoner?

			HAWKEYE
		(Mohican; subtitled)
	I helped Winthrop and the others leave ...
	This fight is not yours, father. I love
	you and my brother. And you should leave
	this place now and go to Can-tuck-ee ...

			CHINGACHGOOK
		(Mohican; subtitled)
	What will they do with my white son?

One of the guards - scared to death by Chingachgook -
nervously fingers his musket.

			GUARD
	Get back from him!

HEYWARD

enters.

HAWKEYE

shrugs in answer to Chingachgook's question.

HAWKEYE'S

moved out. As he passes Heyward, his eyes lock on his.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR MUNRO'S QUARTERS - CORA - DAY

			CORA
	He saved us! We are alive only because
	of him ...

WIDEN:

Heyward, Munro, Cora. We've entered mid-argument. An
adjutant comes and goes.
Heyward and Munro are sensitive to appearances in front
of the adjutant. Cora couldn't
give a damn.

			MUNRO
	The man encouraged the colonials to desert
	in this very room, in my presence. He is
	guilty of sedition and must be tried and hanged
	like any other criminal, regardless of what he
	did for my children.

			CORA
	He knew the consequences. And he stayed.
	Are those the actions of a criminal?
	... Duncan, do something.

			HEYWARD
	He knew the penalty for breaking regulations.
	He ought to pay without sending you to beg.

			CORA
	You know he wouldn't send me ...! You
	misrepresented what you saw and caused
	this.
		(frustrated)
	I, too, was at that farm. It was as he said ...

			MUNRO
	Not with enough certainty to outweigh British
	interests in this fort.

			HEYWARD
	And who empowered these provincials to pass
	judgment upon England's policies in her own
	colonies? To come and go without so much as
	a "by your leave."

			CORA
	They do not live their lives "by your leave."
	... They hack it out of the wilderness with
	their own two hands, burying their dead and
	their children along the way.

			HEYWARD
		(distant)
	 You are defending him because you've become
	infatuated with him.

Cora is having her intelligence written off as a hormone
attack. She contains her fury.

			CORA
	Duncan, you are a man with a few admirable
	qualities. But taken as a whole, I was wrong
	to have thought so highly of you.

Heyward's shot through the heart.

			MUNRO
	But the man is guilty of sedition and subject
	to military justice and beyond pardon.

			CORA
	"Justice"? If that's "justice" ..., then the
	sooner French guns blow the English army
	out of America, the better it will be for
	these people.

			MUNRO
	You do not know what you are saying!

			CORA
		(explodes)
	Yes I do! I know exactly what I am saying.
	And if it is sedition, then I am guilty of
	sedition, too!

She exits, leaving them there.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR FORT, STOCKADE - NIGHT

Heavy timbered door. A sentry. They stand at attention
when Cora passes as opposed
to barring her entry.

INTERIOR CELL - HAWKEYE

comes to the door, grips the bars with his hands and
looks at Cora.

THROUGH THE BARS TO CORA

They are silent for a moment, then ...

			HAWKEYE
	Sorry ... can't ask you in.

Cora's pale smile.

			CORA
	They're going to hang you.
		(pause; soft)
	Why didn't you leave when you had the
	chance?

			HAWKEYE
	Because what I am interested in is right
	here ...

			CORA
	What would you have me do?

He touches her hand.

			HAWKEYE
	Webb's reinforcements will arrive or not.
	If they do not arrive, the fort will fall. If
	that happens, stay close to your father.
	The French will protect the officer class
	among the English.

			CORA
	No. I will find you.

			HAWKEYE
	Do not.
		(pause)
	Promise me.

Cora drops her forehead to Hawkeye's hands wrapped around
the bars. She acquiesces,
nods. Then HEAVY SHELLING commences. Cora & Hawkeye look
up. Mortar
bombs begin striking the fortress. Still dark. The final
French bombardment has
started.

			CORA
	The whole world's on fire, isn't it?

A pause.

			HAWKEYE
	This part of it sure is ...

Reaching through the bars set in the thick door, their
hands clasp each others. On that
image ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY - VARIOUS CUTS - DAWN (2ND
UNIT)

French cannoneers in Batteries #1 and #2 fire again and
again. They work like precision
drill teams.

FRENCH TRENCH

ending in Battery #3 is complete and surprisingly close
to William Henry's walls. Crews
reload the squat and massive newly arrived thirteen inch
mortars.

MORTAR ONE

The flash-hole is primed. The burning fuse is jammed into
the bomb. The primer charge
is lit off and the crew ducks as the crude iron belches
red flame and black smoke into
the lightening sky. The second mortar ROARS. Then a
THIRD.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR FORT WILLIAM HENRY - ENGLISH CANNON CREW - NIGHT

tries to return fire but can't under the heavy French
bombardment. The French mortar
bomb arcs in and EXPLODES smoke, flame and shrapnel,
wiping out most of the
crew. The fortress is under the heaviest attack we've
seen. Wounded are in shock or
terrorized. Another mortar bomb arcs in and explodes part
of a building and casement,
starting a fire.
Another lands in the grounds. People scatter. It doesn't
explode. One soldier dashes to
rip out the fuse. As his hand is inches away ...
EXPLOSION.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR STOCKADE - HAWKEYE - DAWN - LATER

protects Cora through the bars as she half sleeps through
the muffled roar. Then the
thundering stops. Hawkeye seperates himself from her and
crosses to the window.

EXTERIOR FORT, MAIN GATE - HAWKEYES POV: CHEVALIER DE
LEVIS

bows deeply to Major Beams. A French honor guard of five
men is behind him. A white
scarf is on his sword tip. The fresh destruction of the
fort is apparent. Debris smolders.

INTERIOR FORT - STOCKADE - HAWKEYE

crosses to an awakened Cora. He touches her face. He's
desperate to drill these next
words into her brain.

			CORA
	What is it?

			HAWKEYE
	I don't know. Whatever happens you stay
	with your father. You stay among the officers.

Cora looks up at Hawkeye. We feel forboding. O.S. are
heard drums ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FRENCH LINES - MUNRO, HEYWARD, BEAMS - DAY

The drums are from Munro's honor guard. They stop.

REVERSE: FRENCH SOLDIERS

Marquis de Montcalm, immaculate, backed by his guard of
honor in white, grey and
medium blue with six foot by eight foot regimental colors
and the French flag (gold
fleur-de-lis on a field of blue).

FACES

They carried two hundred and forty-five bateaux across a
ten mile portage, all their
supplies and artillery, and then rowed down the length of
Lake George to get here. To 	them, assaulting this fort is
the easy part. The drummers of the honor guard play a
tattoo behind them.

INDIAN FACES

Huron, Ottawa, Osage, Choctaw, Fox ... hear the drum of
the honor guard and wait.
They're in war paint. Many tattoos. Split ears. The Osage
scalping locks are hennaed
red. Canadiens among them are bearded, dirty, half savage
... At their head ...

MAGUA

in full war paint, with a coterie of Huron warriors,
silent, waiting. Drums.

INTERIOR FORT - ENGLISH TROOPS (TABLEAUX)

grim, silent, watchful.

COLONIAL MILITIA & MOHAWK INDIANS IN WAR PAINT (TABLEAUX)

watching the parlay from a blown apart battery. Silent.

WIDE: FRENCH & ENGLISH

and their honor guards. Montcalm steps forward and sweeps
his plumed hat to the
ground in a courtly bow. Munro bows coldly.

			MONTCALM
	Colonel Munro, I have known you as a gallant
	antagonist. I am happy to make your
	acquaintance as a friend.

			MUNRO
	And I to make yours, Monsieur le Marquis.

			MONTCALM
	Please accept my compliments for the strong
	and skillful defense of your fortress. Under
	the command of a lesser man it would have
	fallen long ago given the superior numbers and
	material ... mere chance has allowed me to
	array against you ...

			MUNRO
	Monsieur le Marquis, I am a soldier, not a
	diplomat. You called this parlay for a reason.

			MONTCALM
	You have already done everything which is
	necessary for the honor of your Prince. I
	will forever bear testimony that your resistance
	has been gallant and was continued as long as
	there was hope. But now, I beg you to listen
	to the admonitions of humanity. I beg you to
	consider my terms for your surrender.

			MUNRO
	However I may apprise such testimony from
	Monsieur Montcalm, Fort William Henry is
	strong and stands.

			MONTCALM
	Honor that is freely accorded to courage, may
	be refused obstinacy ... These hills afford to
	us every opportunity to reconnoiter your
	works and I am possibly as well acquainted
	with your weak condition as you are yourselves.

Is Webb really en route and Montcalm hopes to take the
fort by duplicity before British
reinforcements arrive?

			MUNRO
	Perhaps the General's glasses can reach to the
	Hudson and he knows the size and imminence
	of the army of Webb ...?

Montcalm takes a moment to reply and appears genuinely
sympathetic to Munro.

			MONTCALM
		(quietly)
	My scouts intercepted this dispatch intended
	for you.

Munro is puzzled, suspicious.

			MONTCALM
		(to Bougainville)
	Read the dispatch.

HEYWARD & MUNRO]

			BOUGAINVILLE
		(O.S. - reading)
	"Colonel Munro - Fort William Henry. I have
	no men available to send to your rescue. It is
	impossible. I  advise you to seek terms for
	surrender. Signed Webb."

Munro is rocked, as if struck by a blow. Bougainville
hands Heyward the letter.

			HEYWARD
		(confirming)
	This is the signature of Webb.
		(to Munro)
	And I know the temper of our men. Rather
	than spend the war in a French prison hulk
	in Hudson Bay, they'd fight to the end.

			MUNRO
		(to Montcalm)
	 You have heard your answer, Monsieur le
	Marquis.
		(salutes)

Munro starts off. Montcalm stops him.

			MONTCALM
	Sir.
		(challengingly)
	I am incapable of mistreating brave men.
	I beg you not to sign the death warrant
	of so many until you have listened to my
	terms.

Munro turns.

			MUNRO
	Such as ...?

			MONTCALM
	My master requires the fort be destroyed.
	But, for you and your comrades, there is
	no privilege that will be denied. None of
	your men will see the inside of a prison
	barge. They're free to go so long as they
	return to England and fight no more on this
	continent, and the civilian militia return to
	their farms.

			MUNRO
	Their arms?

			MONTCALM
	They may leave the fortress fully armed, but
	with no ammunition ... Other than that, ask
	what you wish.

Munro's impressed with Montcalm's generosity.

			MUNRO
	The honors of war?

			MONTCALM
	Granted.

			MUNRO
	My colors?

			MONTCALM
	Carry them to England to your King with pride.

			MUNRO
	Allow me to consult with my officers.

As he turns away something's been disconnected inside
Munro that can never get put
back together. As the men move away from the French ...

			MUNRO
	I have lived to see two things I never expected.
	An Englishman afraid to support a friend. And
	a Frenchman too honest to profit by that advantage.

			HEYWARD
	General Webb can burn in hell. We'll go back
	and dig our graves behind the ramparts! Our
	mission is to fight.

			MUNRO
		(flares)
	Death and honor are sometimes thought to be
	the same. Today I have learned that they are not.

Munro looks at the fortress behind him.

			HEYWARD
	Sir!

			MUNRO
		(stops him with his eyes)
	The decision is final.

A beat. Then Munro turns toward Montcalm. Their eyes meet
across the churned,
scarred earth of the battlefield.

			MUNRO
	I am deeply touched by such unusual and
	unexpected generosity ... The fort is yours
	under the condition that we be given until
	dawn to bury our dead, prepare our men and
	women for their march and turn our wounded
	over to your surgeon.

			MONTCALM
	Granted, Monsieur.

And Montcalm bows deeply and as he does so ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FRENCH LINES - CLOAKED MAN - NIGHT

passes away from the little city of tents in the
direction of the beach and towards
William Henry. He seems to head towards a vantage point
from which to observe the
fort. As he approaches a sentry:

			SENTRY
	Qui vive?

			MONTCALM
	France.

			SENTRY
	Le mot d'ordre?

			MONTCALM
	La victoire.

			SENTRY
	C'est bien, vous vous promenez bien matin,
	monsieur!

			MONTCALM
	Il est necessaire d'etre vigilant, mon enfant.

The cloak parts. By the light of the moon the man's face
is dimly perceived by us and
the soldier as General Montcalm. The soldier snaps erect
as Montcalm continues
walking out beyond the line to a small stand of trees.

ANOTHER ANGLE: MONTCALM

The moon is broken into pieces of light on the water and
behind Montcalm; from the
front of the stand of trees emerges a tall figure.

			MAGUA
	Is the hatchet buried between the English
	and my French father?

			MONTCALM
	Yes.

			MAGUA
	Not a warrior has a scalp and the white men
	become friends.

			MONTCALM
	My master owns these lands and your father
	has been ordered to drive off the English
	squatters. They have consented to go. So
	now he calls them enemies no longer.

			MAGUA
	Magua took the hatchet to color it with blood.
	It is still bright. Only when it is red, then it
will
	be buried.

			MONTCALM
	But so many suns have set since Le Renard
	struck the war post. Is he not tired?

			MAGUA
	Where is that sun?! It has gone behind the hill.
	It is dark and cold. It has set on his people,
	they are fooled and kill all the animals and sell
	all of their lands to enrich the European masters
	who are always greedy for more than they need.
		(threatening)
	And Le Subtil is the son of his tribe. There have
	been many clouds and many mountains. But now
	he has come to lead his nation.

			MONTCALM
	That Le Renard has the power to lead his people
	into the light, I know well.

Magua grabs the hand of the French commander.
Imperceptible surprise in Montcalm's
eyes. Magua jams Montcalm's fingers to his chest.

			MAGUA
	Does my father know that?

MAGUA'S CHEST

A deep indentation and scar.

			MONTCALM
	That's where a lead bullet has torn you.

			MAGUA
	And this?

Magua turns his naked back to Montcalm and puts
Montcalm's hand on his back ... 	deep ridges of a scar a
half inch wide.]

			MONTCALM
	My son has been sadly injured. Who did
	this?

			MAGUA
		(laughs; sardonic)
	Magua slept hard in the English wigwams.
	And the sticks left their mark ...
		(pause; for real)
	Magua's village and lodges were burnt.
	Magua's children were killed by the English.
	Magua was taken as a slave by the Mohawks
	who fought for the Grey Hair. Magua's wife
	believed he was dead and became the wife of
	another. The Grey Hair was the father of all
	this.
		(pause)
	In time Magua became blood-brother to Mohawk
	to become free. In his heart he always was Huron.
	And his heart will be whole again on the day
	when the Grey Hair and all his seed are dead!

			MONTCALM
	My son Magua's pain is my pain.

			MAGUA
	Does the chief of the Canadas believe the
	English will keep the terms?

			MONTCALM
	Munro would. But General Webb will not
	send their soldiers across the salt lake.
	Having let them go, I fear I will only fight
	the same men again when I move south.
		(pause; shrugs)
	And yet, I cannot break the terms of the
	capitulation and sully the lilies of France ...

Long pause, wheels turn. Then:

			MAGUA
	Many things my French father cannot do,
	Magua can.

Montcalm reacts as if he hadn't thought of that.

			MONTCALM
	As the English march away, our soldiers
	and the Canadiens will be drawn to the
	looting of the fort ... except for a small
	guard ...

Magua abruptly leaves Montcalm.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR WOODS - MAGUA - NIGHT

walking back to the Huron camp. Reveal a Huron sub-chief
has been in the woods,
waiting for Magua. Now he joins him. They walk in
silence. Then ...

			MAGUA
		(in Iroquois; re: Montcalm)
	I wonder at the blindness and pride of the
	white man. He believes only he knows
	how to speak falsely to make other men do
	his bidding.

Magua exhales in derision.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FORT, MAIN GATE - MUNRO - DAY

at the end of the column, rides out on his horse. Both
sides of the gate are jammed with
armed French troops standing at attention. The French
colors and honor guard are just
outside the gate along with Bougainville, Chevalier de
Levis, both on horseback as
is - at the head - Montcalm.

CLOSER: MUNRO

trots past his walking column out the gate. He does not
look at the French.

MONTCALM

salutes Munro and bows gravely from the saddle.

CLOSER: MUNRO

salutes Montcalm.

			MUNRO
		(eyes forward)
	Monsieur, the fort is yours.

MID-COLUMN - ON HEYWARD

marching with his 33rd Regiment of Foot well beyond the
fort. The French troops have
thinned out. Repressing shame, his backbone is rigid, his
face is straight ahead. The
33rd marches in perfect cadence to the drum. In the B.G.
Munro on his horse passes
Heyward as he rides towards the front of his column.
Heyward does not look at him.

FRONT OF COLUMN - CORA WITH ALICE

on the back of a mare. Alice, living through a wide-awake
nightmare, is huddled under
the arm of her sister. They ride behind the standard
bearers. In the B.G. her father is
seen approaching and takes his position at their side.
Cora looks down the column,
sheilding her eyes against the sun. We know who she's
looking for ... Hawkeye.

CORA'S POV: THE COLUMN

The 62nd and 42nd Highlanders including Heyward ...
thirty to forty women and a
number of children - for safety - in the middle, some
frontiersmen, Ongewasgone and
many Mohawk, walking wounded. The column is still snaking
its way out of the fort.
No Hawkeye.

CORA

straining to see.

EXTERIOR FORT - PRISONERS

being assembled, their hands shackled. Hawkeye is among
twelve or thirteen. He stands
erect, walking out of the gate. The French are starting
to pour in to loot the interior.
Hawkeye looks to his left about twenty paces in front of
him and sees ...

UNCAS & CHINGACHGOOK

on the other side of the column. Chingachgook cradles
Killdeer as well as his own
musket. They fall back to walk beside the prisoners on
the other side of Hawkeye.
Their eyes connect... We don't expect Hawkeye to stay
shackled for the duration.

RANK AND FILE FRENCH

A few insults. The British soldiers answer. Nobody breaks
rank. It's just talk.

EXTERIOR ROAD - HAWKEYE

His eyes sweep the column snaking its way into the
v-shaped valley. The path cuts
through the forested hills ahead. He sees ...

HAWKEYE'S DISTANT POV: CORA

riding near the front where there are no more French
soldiers. Only a few scattered and
curious Huron and Ottawa. She does not see him.

PROFILE OF COLUMN - HIGH & WIDE

as it passes left to right below like a long snake
through the narrow valley. We're
shooting from inside the dark woods. Lower, in the light,
we see a scattering on both
slopes of a couple of hundred Ottawa and Huron. They are
in no order, are spread out
and don't constitute a threat. They watch the column.
SLOWLY THE CAMERA ... slides across the shoulders and
back of a large man
wearing black plumes in his scalp-lock and other than a
breechcloth is almost naked. He
is heavily war-painted ...

FRONTAL - MAGUA

and the left two-thirds of his face is painted red. The
right third is painted black. Much
silver is in his ears. His tomahawk is in his left hand.
His cut-down musket in his right
fist. Magua's attention is all focused to one point.

MAGUA'S LONG & TIGHT POV: MUNRO & CORA & ALICE

at the head of the column. This is the focus of Magua's
attention.

WIDE FRONTAL: COLUMN, STANDARD BEARERS & MUNROS

Cora turns again to look for Hawkeye.

CLOSER: CORA

doesn't see him, but something else has caught her eye.

YOUNG HURON

running toward the column. Just one man. No musket. He's
running and whooping like
a dog charging from his master's front yard. Why?

CLOSER

the Huron arrives at the column, his tomahawk swings into
his hand and he brains a
British trooper who falls dead. The single Huron never
breaks stride. He simply runs off
again ...

CORA

horrified, holds Alice tighter.

MUNRO

has seen it too. And now he sees ...

62ND REGIMENT OF FOOT

fixing bayonets. A large sergeant unsheathes a two-handed
claymore, facing the Hurons
and other Indians ...

TROOPERS

of the 33rd present arms. Did they violate the surrender
by carrying ammunition? Locks
are cocked. There's the answer.

			MUNRO
	Steady! No one fires!

EXTERIOR FORESTED HILLSIDES - OTHER TRIBES

are watching what happens.

HEYWARD

scanning them.

			HEYWARD
		(to Sergeant Major)
	Men are to stay in file, Sergeant Major!

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Yes sir!

Drums beat the cadence.

TROOPERS

step over the fallen soldier. Heads turn, they're on edge
...

END OF COLUMN - HAWKEYE, UNCAS & CHINGACHGOOK

watching. They exchange looks. This is not good.
Chingachgook cocks both Killdeer
and his own musket.

HAWKEYE'S POV: FORESTED SLOPES

Hold. We start to make out details in the shadow. Tree
trunks. We become accustomed
to the dimness. Now in the lower light we see deeper in
the forest.

CLOSER

Many Huron and Ottawa are hidden in the shadows. They're
moving along parallel to
the column, stalking it. Waiting ...

ANOTHER BRAVE

racing down the hill from the opposite flank towards the
62nd.

TWO SOLDIERS

look at their sergeant. He nods. They wait until he's
within ten feet of the column. Both
bayonet the Indian. He's dead.

EXTERIOR HILLSIDES - HURON & OTTAWA

saw what happened. But, they hold their ranks.

MOHAWKS

among the British are slipping tomahawks into their
hands, surreptitiously. Some are
cocking flintlocks.

MUNRO

gallops his horse away from Cora and Alice towards the
scene of the last attack. We
hear him from the distance ordering ...

			MUNRO
	Do not break ranks! I want these ranks
	to hold ...!

Cora's frightened.

HAWKEYE'S

frustrated. He saw Munro leave Cora. He knows events have
a momentum and it's
accelerating.

CHINGACHGOOK & UNCAS

move next to the sergeant with the shackle keys who looks
at them curiously as ...

WOMEN

with children nervously search the threatening trees,
hoping against hope these are
isolated incidents.

HEYWARD

draws his sword and is passing orders to his sergeant
major, scanning the hills ...

EXTERIOR FORESTED SLOPE - MAGUA

His eyes see Munro.

WIDER & LOWER: MAGUA

raises his musket in his fist and emits a war whoop. WE
NOW SEE ... hundreds have
been stalking the column, hidden in the trees, maybe
thousands. Then ...

WIDE: ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE

FIRE from the trees crescendos within seconds revealing a
spontaneous and massive
ambush of mostly Hurons. They appear from behind every
tree and it turns to a ROAR
of musket fire, war whoops and screams as ...

SOLDIERS & CIVILIANS

dropping like flies and seemingly thousands of Hurons
attack down both slopes.

HAWKEYE

is being unshackled by Uncas. The sergeant is rising from
the ground where
Chingachgook knocked him. Chingachgook throws Hawkeye
Killdeer and Hawkeye
shrugs into his pouch and powder horn as he races with
Uncas for the head of the
column ...

EXTERIOR FORESTED SLOPE - MAGUA

charging down the hill ... with his coterie of twenty
Huron warriors, heading for the
area in which he saw Munro.

CORA & ALICE

at the head of the disintegrating column. Cora's holding
Alice's head to her bosom,
covering her ears as if to protect her from the sounds.

HEYWARD

shouting orders.

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Right - about face! March! First rank present!

			HEYWARD
	Fire!

REVERSE:

The volley knocks down fifteen of a horde of attacking
Hurons.

			SERGEANT MAJOR
	Prime! Load! Second rank six paces forward!
	Present!

Hurons are twenty yards away and closing.

			HEYWARD
	Fire!

As the line of muskets belch smoke and fire ...

WIDE: THE HILLS & PATH

We're shooting into the "v" of the valley with Hurons and
other tribes pouring down
from both sides. (IMPORTANT: the combined musket fire of
Hurons, English and
Mohawks generates tremendous clouds of smoke which
obscure action, close off
views, isolate pockets of combat into surreal tableaux
that we'll move in and out of.

BRITISH TROOPERS

using their useless muskets as clubs or with fixed
bayonets - as the smoke and fog
swirls among the men - fighting for their lives ...

MAGUA

glides through the scenes, striking and hunting. Some of
his coterie of braves near him.
He sees ...

BLONDE WOMAN

hugging the ground in fear. Magua throws her over. It's
not Alice Munro. It's a woman
protecting her baby. Magua walks on. One of the braves
behind Magua raise his
tomahawk. On his downswing ...

HAWKEYE

running through surreal patches, thinks he glimpses Cora
two hundred yards away.

			HAWKEYE
	Cora!

Chingachgook, on Hawkeye's left, slams down two Hurons
with his war club.

CORA & ALICE

running through the chaos and murder and British troopers
and Mohawks locked in
struggle with Hurons. Cora's dress is torn. She holds
Alice to her. There's a pistol in
Cora's hand.

ONE HURON

scalping a prone soldier, rips the trophy from his head,
turns and faces us.

CORA

shoots him in the face.

EXTREMELY CLOSE: ALICE

and her eyes take it all in. And her affect starts to
flatten. A blankness suffuses her
expression and the girl withdraws from this reality into
a deep dark cave inside her
head.

HAWKEYE

locked in combat. He tomahawks one Huron's arm with a
slashing downstroke and
comes right back into the face of the second with his
backswing while his right hand
fires Killdeer at ...

HURON

six feet from Uncas and about to shoot him in the back.

HAWKEYE

free for a moment, spins. He has no idea of direction any
more. Everything is death in
strange tableaux. Meanwhile:

MUNRO

hollering

			MUNRO
	Cora! Alice!

He cuts down a Huron with his sword who is trying to leap
at him from the right. An
Osage warrior with red scalp-lock leaps on the back of
Munro's horse, reaching over to
stab down into Munro's neck. The old man's left hand
grabs the warrior's knife hand in
an iron grip. His right hand pulls his horse pistol and
under his upraised arm fires
backward, point blank, blowing the Osage off the back of
his horse.

WIDER

Just then Munro's mount is shot. His horse rears up,
throws Munro and falls on him.

HEYWARD

shouting orders over the deafening noise.

			HEYWARD
	Second rank fire! Six paces back! Prime!
	Load! Third rank! Present!

A well-oiled, well-drilled fighting machine, but there
are fewer of them. They're getting
cut off. They close ranks automatically as a man drops.
They're retreating in perfect
order.

HURON WARRIOR

about to strike a downwards blow is pushed aside by
Magua.

CLOSER: MAGUA

His eyes drop to what's in front of him. The field goes
quiet.

OVER MAGUA'S SHOULDER: MUNRO

his lower body is trapped under his dead horse. Magua
leans in towards him.

			MAGUA
	Grey Hair. I will cut your heart from your
	living chest in front of your eyes. As you die,
	know that I will put under the knife your
	children and wipe your seed from this earth
	forever ...

Magua pulls his knife and as he leans down towards Munro
...

MOHAWK & HURON

spin and flail furiously at each other with tomahawks and
knives. The Huron goes down
and then the Mohawk is shot. The Huron who shot him is
cut down by a Ranger with
tomahawk in one hand and bayonet in the other. Two
Mohawks and three Rangers
fighting back to back. They become an island swamped by
Huron and Ottawa: amidst
bodies and ground slippery with blood. As smoke obscures
their image.

CORA & ALICE

in a group of civilian militia. Two of the militiamen are
shot down. The third engages a
Fox warrior. Cora & Alice run.

MUNRO'S FACE

frozen in agony by shock.

MAGUA

reaching down and up into something, emerges and jams an
object we barely see into
the air. But his arm and shoulder and half his chest are
splashed red with blood.

LONG SHOT: MAGUA

seen from far away, holding aloft the heart of Munro.

REVERSE: HAWKEYE

saw him and fights his way to attack when ...

WHITE HORSE

crazed, CRASHES through men, knocking Hawkeye over ...

CHINGACHGOOK

protecting Hawkeye, slams his war club into one Huron,
breaking his attack, his arm
and his skull and swings the other way burying the bladed
end into the chest of an
Ottawa who's behind him. Then ...

HAWKEYE'S

up, looking wildly ...

CAMERA JAMS INTO CLEARING SMOKE:

33rd Regiment of Foot and Heyward. They FIRE into our
face.

CLOSER: HEYWARD

			HEYWARD
	Six paces back! Prime! Load! Rank two,
	present! Rank two, hold!

He grabs a partially loaded musket, the ramrod still in
the barrel. They're taking fire.
Men are dying. They're being pushed back.

AN ABNAKI

wearing a large cross, attacks Heyward from the side.
One-handed, Heyward fires the
musket into the man's chest, sending the ramrod through
him. Then Heyward's shot in
the thigh and a thrown tomahawk hits him in the head and
knocks him sideways.
Dazed. Barely able to stand. He uses the musket as a cane
and ...

			HEYWARD
	Rank two, six paces back! Rank one,
	present!

Rank two did not retreat six paces. They stand in
confusion. Heyward looks to see
what's wrong.

HEYWARD'S POV: THE REMNANTS OF THE 33RD REGIMENT OF FOOT

are standing in water. They're up against Lake George.
Their backs are to the wall. Last
stand. Heyward straightens.

TWO FRENCH OFFICERS

on horseback try to intercede in the slaughter of five
women. One French officer is shot
by a Huron. The other French officer runs through that
Huron and shoots the second.
Then his horse is shot out from under him and he goes
down ...

JESUIT

pleads with an Abnaki to give up a child he's holding by
the legs in one hand. He offers
his cross. The Abnaki throws the baby to the Jesuit, Pere
Roubaud.

UNCAS

sees a flash of something yellow. So does Hawkeye. They
charge into the swirling
chaos of attacking bodies. As we lose sight of them ...

ALICE

on her hands and knees. A massive Ottawa pulls her
upright by her hair about to take
her life and her scalp. He's struck by a rock in the
hands of Cora which barely phases
him. He bats her aside and returns to Alice, when
suddenly ...

OTTAWA WARRIOR

is spun, punched and tomahawked into the ground by
Hawkeye. Uncas has Alice and
Cora ...

TWO RANGERS AND A MOHAWK WARRIOR

from the earlier group are nearby. They combine with
Hawkeye to fight their way out
with bayonets and tomahawks.

HAWKEYE, UNCAS, CHINGACHGOOK, TWO RANGERS, A MOHAWK &
MUNRO'S DAUGHTERS

back through the swirling smoke. There seems to be a
lull. Then they're hit from the
side by musket fire. One of the Rangers is shot, the
other wounded. Hurons attack. The
Mohawk supports the wounded Ranger.

HAWKEYE

shields Cora as they back up.

CHINGACHGOOK

smashing his war club straight down on a Huron, reaches
for the man's musket and
shoots another. Then he sees ...

SMOKE DRIFTING OVER WATER

It's glass-smooth. And the bows are barely visible of
three or four Huron war canoes.

THE SHALLOWS - HAWKEYE, CHINGACHGOOK, UNCAS, CORA, ALICE,
THE RANGER & THE MOHAWK

back into the water. They're pursued by Ottawa and Hurons
as they fight their way to
the canoes.

CORA

held up by Hawkeye, suddenly screams.

ANGLE

something underwater is pulling her down. An Ottawa brave
rockets out of the
shallows. Before he's erect, Hawkeye slams him back into
the water and FIRES.

WOUNDED RANGER

has shoved a large birch canoe at them.

HAWKEYE

Suddenly, the Mohawk fighting with them is shot and spins
to face Hawkeye. His hands
rest on Hawkeye's shoulders. Hawkeye looks into his face.
Tries to hold him up, tries
to rescue him. A frozen moment. Hawkeye's staring into
his eyes and the man is staring
into Hawkeye's as the light goes out ... Hawkeye lets him
slide into the water and float
away. He moves Cora and Alice towards the canoe ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR LAKE GEORGE - WATER & SWIRLING SMOKE - DAY

The bottom of the frame is water like glass. Smoke
obscures the background. Fingers
tendril towards us. Out of the mist we HEAR small
splashing and then the high bow of
a war canoe defines itself. It's paddled towards us.

HAWKEYE, CHINGACHGOOK & UNCAS

Cora's behind Hawkeye. Alice and the wounded Ranger are
near Uncas.

CLOSER: HAWKEYE & CORA

Cora looks left. Her eyes go wide.

			CORA
	No!

HAWKEYE

spins.

HEYWARD & TWO TROOPERS OF THE 33RD IN A SECOND CANOE

have emerged from the smoke ten feet from them. Heyward's
aiming a horse pistol at
Hawkeye.

HAWKEYE

is non-plussed. He doesn't stop paddling.

			HAWKEYE
	You got nothin' better to do today on
	Lake George than shoot me, Major,
	then go ahead ...

Heyward's a hair's breadth from firing. Suddenly they
hear the boom of muskets and
rounds come in.

WIDE

They're being pursued by three boatloads - and then a
fourth and fifth - of Huron.

HEYWARD

is indifferent to Huron musket balls. Hawkeye hasn't
stopped paddling and pays
Heyward no heed.

			CORA
	Stop it!!

Heyward comes to his senses. His head is gashed. A scarf,
as a tourniquet, is tied
around his leg. He lowers the gun.

			HEYWARD
	When you fall into British hands again,
	Nathaniel Poe, I will have you hanged.

HURON CANOES

paddle hard and deep and the canoes power across the
lake.

HAWKEYE & HEYWARD'S CANOES

with less paddlers, plus wounded, are slower and will be
overtaken.

HAWKEYE

looks to Uncas. They both realize the same thing. Hawkeye
nods and he, Uncas &
Chingachgook begin to paddle furiously. The others match
the doubled pace. They're
sprinting ahead but the effort is exhausting.

HURON CANOES

maintain their steady pace. Three or four Hurons fire.

HAWKEYE'S CANOE

Musket balls ricochet on the water's surface. One rips a
hole through the bow.
Hawkeye sees one of the Redcoats in Heyward's canoe is
giving out ...

			REDCOAT #1
	Can't ... keep it up ...

			HAWKEYE
	Pull!

He renews the attack on the water with the paddle.

			HEYWARD
		(shouts)
	How long?

			HAWKEYE
		(shouts)
	Only chance we got is ...
		(breathless)
	 ... to get more distance on 'em and go
	to ground!

Heyward digs in. Like firecrackers in the distance, Huron
muskets sound. A new hail
of musket balls cut the fabric of the canoes. One Redcoat
is shot in the back. He falls
overboard.

			HAWKEYE
		(shouts)
	Pull!!

HAWKEYE CANOE

sprints forward.

CLOSE: HAWKEYE

looks over his shoulder.

THE HURON CANOES

They're pulling away from them.

			HAWKEYE
	Pull ...!

More Huron musket balls hit water nearby.

REDCOAT

in Heyward's boat is shot. BUT ... the .65 caliber ball
didn't penetrate his skin. The
Redcoat - amazed - picks it off the floor of the canoe.

			REDCOAT #2
	Spent.

Distance caught up with eighteenth century ballistics.
They're out of smoothbore
musket range.

HAWKEYE CANOE]

			HAWKEYE
		(to Heyward)
	Head for ... for the white water.

			HEYWARD
	Do you hear me, sir!
		(exhausted)
	If you ever fall ... into British hands ...
		(breathes)
	What white water?

HEYWARD & REDCOAT'S POV: LAKE

divided by a spit of land. The right fork becomes a river
with white water rapids.

HAWKEYE CANOE - HAWKEYE

paddling now, too, as they furiously jam for the white
water that will shoot them way
ahead of the Hurons.

UNCAS

leaps off the stern of Hawkeye's canoe and climbs up the
stern of Heyward's and takes
control. He roughly gestures to the Redcoat and the Major
to stop paddling. He and
Hawkeye will pilot the two canoes.

EXTERIOR WHITE WATER - WIDE - DAY

The canoes enter the white water and they're so light,
they're jet-propelled.

CANOE POV: EIGHT FOOT WAVE

racing in the same direction they are. They hit it
straight on and it shoots over them and
they're drenched by two waves coming from the sides.

HAWKEYE & CHINGACHGOOK

paddle like fiends to get momentum and control.

UNCAS' CANOE

Same thing. When they crested the wave Uncas hollers at
them to "pull" and they do.
As soon as they're through it, Uncas slams the paddle in
the water and makes the canoe
revolve a hundred and eighty degrees in a vortex so that
now it's going through
stern-first or the stern becomes the bow, so that Uncas
could pilot it a different way
through a hazard of ...

EXPOSED ROCKS

jutting out of the water.

WIDE - BOTH CANOES

Hawkeye didn't have to turn because Chingachgook, at the
bow, uses his paddle to
shove the canoe away from jutting rocks. Uncas does the
same. Past the jutting rocks,
Uncas swings it back around while ...

WHITE WATER

smashes into the camera.

ALICE & CORA

as the canoe roller-coasters and water bursts the bow.
Then suddenly it's through and
the water is miraculously smooth.

CANOES

The Ranger, the Redcoats and even Heyward feel the
exhilaration of the ride. That's
because they think they're home free.

			HAWKEYE
	Here's where it gets tricky ...

Heyward turns to look in front of him. He doesn't know
what the hell Hawkeye's
talking about.

HEYWARD'S POV: THE RIVER AHEAD

looks glass-smoth. Although there is a distant ROAR of
sorts. Then Heyward realizes:
something's wrong with this picture.

CLOSER: HEYWARD

The look on his face starts to change.

HEYWARD'S POV: TIGHTER

The glass surface of the river continues to a line then
falls off the end of the world. The
river just ends ...

BOTH CANOES: HEYWARD, REDCOATS, THE RANGER

realize they're heading for the lip of a waterfall.
There's a couple of outcroppings of
rock in the center at the very edge. We are at Glen
Falls.

			HAWKEYE
	Don't move ...

AERIAL SHOT

from the other side of the falls. It's a two hundred foot
high, death-defying cataract.
The canoes - slightly above us - will go right over.

TWO CANOES

At the last moment, Hawkeye & Uncas land both on either
side of the larger rock
outcropping. It is literally at the lip of the falls.

HEYWARD

grabs a rock to anchor the bow of the canoe. He loses his
grip. The canoe rockets for
the edge.

UNCAS

lurches sideways, grabs a tree root. He is the only link
of the canoe to earth. The bow,
with Heyward, is literally hanging over the edge. Uncas
strains and pulls the canoe to
the rock. He gestures to Heyward.

HEYWARD

crawls forward and makes the island. Then the two
Redcoats. Finally Uncas. The canoe
rockets over the falls. Meanwhile ...

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND

Hawkeye has beached his canoe and is camouflaging it with
driftwood and brush. As
they clamber over the high pieces of broken limestone, we
see Hawkeye is slipping into
a crevice. He motions to Cora. Uncas carries the wounded
Ranger. Heyward helps
Alice ...

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR GLEN FALLS CAVES - FISSURE - TWILIGHT

The irregular opening of medium blue sky is obscured by
the black silhouetted forms of
Hawkeye, Cora and then the others entering.

			HEYWARD
	Where do we go from here?

			HAWKEYE
	We don't.

			HEYWARD
	I don't understand!

			HAWKEYE
	This is it, as far as we can go ... If we're
	lucky, they'll be figurin' we can't have
	come this way and must've beached our
	canoes and headed cross land. If we're
	very lucky, they'll figure we went over
	the falls.

			HEYWARD
	Then what?

			HAWKEYE
	Then we take the south rim down the
	mountain and it's 12 miles cross country
	to Fort Edward.

			HEYWARD
	And if we're unlucky?

			HAWKEYE
	You will have to forego the pleasure of
	hangin' me.

REVERSE: WIDE

Hawkeye helps Cora; Heyward, the Ranger. Chingachgook
carries Alice, down the
rockface into a cave. We hear a distant ROAR
reverberating off the walls.

ANOTHER ANGLE: THE WALLS

are scooped out, bone-like hollows eroded by tumbling
water. At an earlier time the
formation was part of the falls.

HAWKEYE & CORA

reach the irregular floor of the chamber. The ROAR is
louder.

WIDEN TO REVEAL

a curtain of falling water. They're behind the cataract,
probably a third of the way down
its height. Light through the water stikes them with a
silver luminescence. They're
exhausted. The others join them. They almost have to
shout to be heard.

CHINGACHGOOK

followed by Uncas, takes stock of their supplies. They
check their powder. They have
almost none. Uncas shares his with Hawkeye. The Redcoat's
cartridge case is soaked,
the paper cartridges a soggy mess. Heyward has none. The
Ranger has two left. In
Mohican, Chingachgook decides some things. Hawkeye and
Uncas nod. Heyward
approaches Hawkeye.

			HEYWARD
	Any powder?

			HAWKEYE:
		(crossing to Cora)
	Only one or two loads.

CORA

is soaked to the bones. Hawkeye strips off his buckskin
hunting shirt and wrings it out.
Cora turns her back, strips off her white blouse and puts
on the faster-drying chamois.

			CORA
	Are we safe?

			HAWKEYE
	Maybe ...

			CORA
	Our father? Did you see my father?

EXTREME CLOSE UP: HAWKEYE

The look on his face tells it all

			CORA
	Tell me!

TWO SHOT

Hawkeye takes Cora away from the group and turns her by
her shoulders and whispers
to her. We don't hear what he says. Cora drops to her
knees and places her hands over
her eyes and face like a little girl trying to make
something bad go away.

HAWKEYE

Leads her to a depression, his arm around her shoulders,
her face covered and she cries
softly into his shoulder.

EXTREME CLOSE UP: CORA

says into Hawkeye's ear, after she looks O.S. ...

			CORA
	Say nothing to Alice ...!

Hawkeye nods.

ALICE

stands in the chamber not far from the wall of water,
fascinated with its shimmer. She's
oblivious to all the events and everything going on
around her ...

HEYWARD

sees Cora & Hawkeye together and turns away.

GROUP

Uncas watches Alice. The wounded Ranger has fallen
asleep. The Redcoat is
exhausted. Hawkeye & Cora against the wall.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR RIVER BANK - RIVER FALLS ARE IN MIST & RED SKY -
TWILIGHT

A landscape with mist rearlit by the red light of the sun
that's already behind the
mountains. The blues are turning purple and the greens
are turning black and the white
highlights of the foaming water are going rose.
Reflecting the darkening sky, where the
surface isn't broken, the water is fast-moving metal ...
SUDDENLY: a shaved head and
muscled back stands into the foreground. It moves down
the shore away from camera.
He's followed by other Huron warriors. They're two
hundred yards away from Glen
Falls island.

HURON

looks at the island of rock & trees and tilts his head
curiously ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST ABOVE CANYON & FALLS - GREY WOLF -
TWILIGHT

watches the Hurons below make their way towards the edge
of the falls.

OVER HIS SHOULDER: THREE MORE WOLVES

join him, moving frenetically, uneasily ... The leader of
the pack looks up & howls as
his eyes go white reflecting the new moon.

INTERIOR GLEN FALLS CAVE - HAWKEYE -NIGHT

hears the distant howl. He's now lit silver blue by the
moonlight through the falling
water. Hawkeye knows it means Hurons are out there. He
exchanges worried glances
with Uncas & Chingachgook.

UNCAS

immediately starts up the right acclivity to one fissure,
and Chingachgook moves
carefully to the first fissure. Hawkeye follows.

HAWKEYE

His countenance gives way momentarily. All his experience
seems of no avail. He
touches the side of Cora's face. Grabs Killdeer and
follows Chingachgook.

ALICE

sensing new danger, slips away on her own.

CORA

crosses to the Ranger who's semi-conscious, feverish and
getting delirious. She can't do
a thing except hold his hand and think of her father.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR SOUTH FISSURE - HAWKEYE & CHINGACHGOOK

below the edge, listen & wait, testing the environment
with all their senses ...

NORTH FISSURE - UNCAS

against one wall, has his ear cocked, monitoring, facing
away from the sky ...

ALICE

looks at the sky through the fissure. She sees the
starfields and feels silver moonlight
pull her forward. She starts out onto the island,
oblivious, unaware she'll expose them.
Suddenly ...

UNCAS

yanks her down next to him. He pulls her head into his
chest, looking out over the
edge, his tomahawk in front of him, his musket near his
right hand. There is no sign she
was seen.

UNCAS & ALICE

He relaxes, looks at her and puts his finger to his lips
telling her to be silent.
Languorously, she lies back, closes her eyes and lays a
hand on his shoulder, palm up,
as if he were a prince in a romantic fantasy. Uncas tries
to restrain her.

ALICE'S

eyes slowly open. Oblivion disappears. It's replaced with
escalating fear. She holds onto
Uncas with desperation. Her fingers claw his shoulders.
She buries her face in his
chest.

			ALICE
	Uncas ...

Her body shudders. Her terror's total. He tries to
restrain and calm her. She won't let
him. Then her mouth seeks his and in the passion of
despair and fear and wanting life,
she holds him between her thighs. And Uncas is confused,
but Alice whispers his name
and he responds. He loves her in the half-light.

UNCAS

his hand buried in her hair irradiated by the moon, then
she seems to reach some
emotional climax and begins to cry softly, and Uncas
stops making love to her and
holds her. Then she's flooded with shame. He reaches for
her. She jerks away. He
reaches for her again and clutches her to him. And she
breaks down. Then he turns her
face to him, but her expression has completely flattened.

WIDER ANGLE

She's not a lover to Uncas now. She's pitiful & stricken
and he comforts her.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR RIVER - MAGUA - NIGHT

beaches a canoe on the bank. He and eight braves ease
out. His war paint is fresh:
green handprints on his chest and black and green on his
face. Black plumes are affixed
to his scalp-lock and his shawl is over his left
shoulder. The right arm carrying his
musket is exposed. Many scalps are tied to his tomahawk.
He walks towards us
approaching the island, two hundred yards away ...

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR SOUTH FISSURE - HAWKEYE - NIGHT

checks his powder horn. Nearly empty. He looks at
Chingachgook.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR GLEN FALLS ISLAND, CAVE - CORA - NIGHT

with the Ranger, looks up. Hawkeye enters. The look on
his face. Then hers. They've
been discovered. Now they're backed into a hole in the
ground with no powder and no
way out.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR GLEN FALLS, CAVE - HAWKEYE & CHINGACHGOOK -
NIGHT

Chingachgook talks to him in Mohican. Momentarily the
anger and frustration is seen
on Hawkeye's face. All his experience & craft has been to
no avail. He looks at Cora.
Back to Chingachgook. Chingachgook states something terse
in Mohican. Hawkeye
agrees. Heyward's confused. He doesn't know what they're
talking about. Cora has
understood Chingachgook's intent perfectly.

			CORA
	Yes. Go ahead.

			HEYWARD
		(explodes)
	What the bloody hell plan is this?

			HAWKEYE
		(to Cora)
	In this there is a chance. If I live, I can
	try to free you. If we don't go, there is
	no powder, there's too many of them.
	Though my heart would keep me here,
	in that there is no chance. None. I can do
	nothing. Do you understand?

			CORA
	Yes. I want you to go.

			HEYWARD
	Coward! Coward back at the fort.
	Coward here.

Hawkeye uses discipline not to kill the man.

			CORA
	You try. With all you have. To save
	yourself. If the worst happens, and
	only one of us survives, something of
	the other does, too ...

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR NORTH FISSURE - UNCAS - NIGHT

Listens. Hears. Then he inches above cover to see ...

UNCAS' POV: THE RIVER & SIX WAR CANOES

of Hurons approach to assault the island carrying
torches.

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR GLEN FALLS CAVE - CORA & HAWKEYE - NIGHT

She's holding him. In the rigid language of her body is
the struggle to contain her fear.

			HAWKEYE
		(very close)
	 If they don't kill you, they may take you
	north up into Canada. A warrior may take
	you for a wife.

CORA

turns aside. Hawkeye insists.

			HAWKEYE
		(continues)
	Listen. Submit. You hear me? You're
	strong. You stay alive. I will find you ...
	no matter how far, how long it takes ...

			CORA
		(nods, low)
	 ... never doubt what you are doing.

RANGER

conscious now, arranges his crushed body to face the
direction from which will come
the attack as ...

HEYWARD

puts Alice, who's entered, behind him as ... Uncas hits
the floor of the cave. Now the
first glow from Huron torches starts to light the walls.
They're coming ...

CHINGACHGOOK

has their weapons slung over his back. He says something
in Mohican. Uncas spins
looks at Alice: her expression's vacant.

HAWKEYE'S KNIFE

cuts a lock of Cora's hair. He folds it into his shirt.
The orange light from Huron
torches, now closer, plays on the wall behind her. We
hear many Huron approach.

CHINGACHGOOK & UNCAS

now run out of the cave and throw themselves into the
curtain of water. This is their
exit.

HAWKEYE

engraves her image in his memory one last time and then
sprints across the floor
towards the water ...

WHAT HAWKEYE SEES: JAMMING AT THE WATERFALL

and then through it into ...

SUBJECTIVE CAMERA: UP

An awful crushing roar. We explode out the front of a
white cataract a third of the way
from the top and we fall down away from the world.

EXTERIOR GLEN FALLS - HAWKEYE - NIGHT

tumbles down the falls; rolling, tumbling through the
white water; then through air;
then back into cascading white water again, disappearing
...

THE RIVER BELOW - UNCAS & CHINGACHGOOK'S

bodies hit, disappear and don't surface. It looks
unsurviveable.

HAWKEYE'S POV: FALLING

Sheets of water fall with us. The bottom races towards us
at a hundred miles an hour ...
Just before we hit ...

CUT TO ...

INTERIOR GLEN FALLS, CAVE - FLAMING TORCH - NIGHT

WIDEN. The cave is filled with Hurons. The Redcoat is
dead in the corner. A group of
braves moves away from the body of the Ranger.

HEYWARD'S

surrounded. The women are behind him. He slashes at one
Huron with his sword and is
clubbed down by a giant.

MAGUA

enters. His blanket, like a shawl, over his left
shoulder, black plumes in his hair. He's
imperturbable.

MAGUA'S HAND

reaches out and touches Cora's hair. Cora is frozen to
the spot. His hand drops away
from the hated Munros and as Magua turns to go, he says
something low in Huron and
the two women are jerked towards the fissures. Heyward is
dragged by the arms.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR RIVER - WHITE WATER - NIGHT

miles from the falls. We see a figure. It's Chingachgook,
nearly spent, rolling and
tumbling through the fast-moving white water. He
submerges, then surfaces again. He
appears exhausted by the fall and ride.

CHINGACHGOOK'S POV: WATER

rocketing at us, battering and drowning us. We glimpse
something downstream ...

CHINGACHGOOK

tries to focus, slammed against rocks, he's striking out
towards the right, swimming
against the current. He's grabbing for something.

KILLDEER'S MUZZLE

and leather shoulder-strap. Chingachgook's hand grabs it.
The current rushing past tries
to steal him from Uncas and Hawkeye, who're also beaten,
bloodied, exhausted. They
pull the older, larger man from the water and ...

ON THE ROCK

all three lie there, almost devoid of energy. Then
Hawkeye rises, looks at the others.
Chingachgook nods. He's up. Then Uncas, and they're
moving off into the calm eddy
between the rock they landed on and the shoreline.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST - HURONS - DAY

move along animal paths.

CORA & ALICE

struggle through the branches of trees. No one helps
them. When they fall behind, they
are pushed forward.

HEYWARD

badly beaten, bound, staggers ahead to get behind Maqua.
Then:

			HEYWARD
	If Magua give women to Yengeese soldiers
	... will receive many gifts.

			MAGUA
		(as if considering)
	Gifts?

			HEYWARD
	Three, four oxen ... much wampum.

			MAGUA
	Wampum?

			HEYWARD
	Yes.

			MAGUA
	Does Yengeese Major have property
	across salt sea?

			HEYWARD
	Yes.

			MAGUA
	Yengeese Major give all property to Magua.
	Magua give Yengeese Major much wampum,
	many gifts, maybe three, four oxen.

Magua looks at Heyward derisively. Does this white man
think he's an idiot?

			HEYWARD
	Gold could be arranged.

			MAGUA
	For Munro children?

			HEYWARD
	Yes.

			MAGUA
	How much gold has the master of the
	Yengeese?

			HEYWARD
	The King? The King has mountains of
	gold!

Long pause as if Magua and King George II were seriously
considering this 	transaction.

			MAGUA
	Not enough.

Heyward is first realizing with whom he's playing.

			HEYWARD
	What is enough?

			MAGUA
	Heart. Give Magua new heart.

Magua totally disdains the Englishman and walks away from
him, starting up a steeper
forested hill.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST - HAWKEYE, UNCAS & CHINGACHGOOK -
TWILIGHT

running cross-country after the Huron column. They leap
over fallen logs and keep
going.

FRONTAL: HAWKEYE

breathing hard, his lips are drawn back, sweat stains his
buckskins.

PROFILE: UNCAS

runs. Then sees something.

BENT BRANCH

where Cora & Alice were struggling up the animal path.

REAR SHOT

as they race across a stream away from us after the war
party and into the night ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST - CORA - NIGHT

supporting Alice, is dragged forward by a Huron warrior
by a woven rawhide thong
tied to her neck.

MAGUA

is imperturbable.

HURONS

move quickly down into a ravine.

HEYWARD

is shoved forward.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST - RUNNING FEET - DAY

Long, loping strides.

HAWKEYE & UNCAS

cover ground like long-distance runners. No noise except
their hard, even breathing.
They're moving down a clear trail.

CHINGACHGOOK

out on the flank. Running hard.

CLOSER: HAWKEYE

lips are drawn back, determined, flashing through the
hard verticals of the forest, now
leaps down an embankment into the soft loam and keeps
going.

CUT TO ...

EXT. HURON VILLAGE - ORNATE CHAIR - DAY

on a rude platform. The entire village is crowded in a
large circle. They all wait for
someone. They've been waiting a long time. In the
perimeter warriors keep Huron at
bay for some reason. We see Magua. He stands apart. They
wait. Then ...

ANCIENT SACHEM

is led to the dais by three women down the main street
between the neat rows of birch
bark lodges. Many scalps and trophies from the massacre
are in evidence. He sits on the
raised platform. He looks to be in his nineties. His dark
wrinkled face is contrasted by
his long white hair. His robe is painted in
hieroglyphical representation of combat. He
wears numerous silver & gold medals, gifts of French,
English and Dutch governors.
Most startling is his face. His dark & lined skin is
enhanced by delicate lines of
tatooing. He looks up to Magua.

			SACHEM
		(in Huron; subtitled)
	The tomahawks of your young men have
	been very red.

			MAGUA
		(in Huron; subtitled)
	Many of the Yengeese are dead, great
	Sachem.
		(sound dissolve to English)
	I have brought three of my prisoners,
	to honor you. Two are the children
	of Munro. Whose scalp hangs on my
	lodge pole. And whose heart I cut from
	his chest.

Now we see Cora on the ground. Defeat & fear are held in
place by her determination.
Alice looks around, in another place. Heyward's hands are
bound between his back with
a piece of wood wedged through his elbows.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR DIFFERENT FOREST - WIDE FRONTAL: UNCAS, HAWKEYE
&
CHINGACHGOOK - DAY

running. Then Uncas drops and the other two follow.

WIDE OVER THEIR SHOULDERS: THE HURON "CASTLE"

seen in the distance through the sparse trees. They have
dropped at the very periphery
of the forest where the woods end. (The lay of the land
is important for action that
follows: the village is built in a meadow. To the left is
a cliff face that rises to a rocky
promontory. On the right is a path that winds up to the
promontory and beyond, across
the mountains.)
Hawkeye sees ...

HAWKEYE'S POV: THE VILLAGE, CAPTIVES & HURON CROWD

in the center, outside the largest lodge.

HAWKEYE

slams the earth with his fists. They didn't intercept
them in time. Difficult odds just
became impossible.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR HURON VILLAGE - MAGUA - DAY

			MAGUA
	... the earth was pale. Our tomahawks
	were bright. Now they are dull from war.
	And the Huron rich with the trophies of
	honor ... Magua will sell the English
	officer to Les Francais and the reward is
	my gift to you, wise one ... The women -
	children of the white war chief - will burn
	in our fires so all can share in this.

The sachem considers this. Then he looks up and sees
something beyond Magua.

MAGUA

senses the sachem's eye line ...

HAWKEYE

unarmed, walking through the Hurons. A young boy rushes
at him. Hawkeye, at the
last possible second, dodges. Others catch and restrain
the boy. The Hurons are
astounded a European would simply walk into their camp.

CORA

sees him enter, doesn't believe he's there.

			CORA
	Nathaniel!

Hawkeye glances at her, doesn't respond. The situation is
a stick of dynamite ready to
go off.
			HAWKEYE
		(to Heyward; low)
	Translate for me, Major. Into French.
	Every word ... as I say it.

Magua starts towards Hawkeye, his tomahawk slipping into
his hand.

			HAWKEYE
		(to Sachem)
	I come to you unarmed and in peace to
	unstop your ears, wise one. Because the
	Hurons are mislead by the words of the
	wolf who's never spoken the truth.

Sachem gestures with his hand to Magua. Magua reluctantly
stops advancing on
Hawkeye. Heyward's French translation has faded to a
murmur. We hear Hawkeye's
English.

			HAWKEYE
	Let the children of the dead Colonel Munro
	go free and take the fire out of the English
	anger over the murder of their helpless ones.

			MAGUA
		(to Sachem)
	Our father, Montcalm, is greater than the
	Yengeese in the arts of war. The Huron
	do not fear English anger.

			HAWKEYE
		(to Sachem)
	Wise one, the French fathers made peace
	and swore to their honor not to break the
	friendship. Magua broke it. It is false that
	the French would not be friends, still, to
	the Huron.

Sachem reacts.

			MAGUA
		(laughs)
	It made our French father happy to never
	have to fight the same Yengeese again.
	He told me this without telling me this.

Hawkeye realizes this is true.

			HAWKEYE
	So the Huron are the servants of the French?
	To do what the French are shamed to do?

			MAGUA
	No.
		(to Sachem)
	Huron serve no one. The French father
	believes he fooled Magua because he is so
	proud of his cleverness, he is blind. But it
	is the Huron path that Magua walks down,
	not the French one ... Now, Les Francais,
	also, fear Huron. That is good. When the
	Huron is strong from their fear, we will make
	the terms of trade with Les Francais. And we
	will trade as the white man trades. Take land
	from the Abnakes; fur from the Osage, Sauk
	& Fox. And make the Huron great. Over
	other tribes. No less than the whites, as strong
	as the whites.

Hawkeye appears to be losing his debate with Magua.

			HAWKEYE
		(to Sachem)
	Magua would use the ways of Les Francais
	and the Yengeese ...

			MAGUA
		(to Sachem)
	The red man put down the bow, picked up
	the fire stick and became the best warrior
	in the forest. Yes. It is the only way.

			HAWKEYE
	Would the Huron make his Algonquin brothers
	foolish with brandy and steal his lands to sell
	them for gold to the white man? Would the
	Huron have greed for more land than a man
	can use? Like Francais Black Robes do?
	Would Huron kill tribes with disease? Would
	the Huron fool Seneca into taking all the
	animals in the forest for beads & brandy? But
	sell the fur to the white man for gold? ...
		(to Sachem)
	 Those are the ways of Yengeese and Les
	Francais masters. Are they the ways of Huron
	men who hunt & work the land? Or of dogs?
	... Magua's heart is twisted. He would make
	himself into what twisted him. A Dog, become
	Master of Dogs. But are Hurons dogs?
	... Magua's way is false. It is like the white
	sickness. Magua's way will bring only sadness
	and shame. Is there another way? I don't know.
		(pauses)
	I am Nathaniel of the Yengeese; Hawkeye,
	adopted son of Chingachgook, of the Mohican
	people ... Let the children of the dead Munro go
	free ... I speak the truth.

Magua starts to rebut. Sachem holds up his hand and stops
him. Nobody talks. Sachem
whispers to the older men on either side of him.

MAGUA

waits for the decision.

CORA

looks to Alice, then to Hawkeye.

HAWKEYE

exchanges a desperate look with Cora and then senses the
Sachem is staring at him
from the perspective of nearly a century of laws &
judgments. Then ... to every word.

			SACHEM
	The white man comes like a day that has
	passed. And night enters our future with
	him ...
		(pause)
	Our council talks since I was a boy:
	What is the Huron to do?
		(pause)
	But Magua would lead Huron down paths
	that make us not Hurons.
		(the judgment)
	Dark girl burn in fire to heal the twisted
	heart of Magua.

Cora, hearing the sentence ... Hawkeye's losing her.

			SACHEM
		(continuing)
	Munro daughter with moon in her hair
	must be Magua's wife so Munro's seed
	doesn't die.

Alice is gone, living in some dark recess of her mind.

			SACHEM
		(continuing; dissolves
		back to French)
	 ... and Yengeese officer not go to Les
	Francais, but back to Yengeese so their
	hatred burns less bright. La Longue Carabine,
	go in peace.

People move, start to implement the sentence. Hawkeye's
panicked. Cora is jerked
upright. She looks at Hawkeye in terror: Sachem is
starting to depart.

			HAWKEYE
	No! listen.
		(to Heyward)
	Tell him I'll trade him! Me for her! Tell him!!

Heyward translates into rapid-fire French.

			HAWKEYE
		(shouts)
	I am La Longue Carabine! My death is a
	great honor to the Huron. Take me!

Cora is jerked forward by three Hurons. Magua grabs
Alice. Cora strikes at Magua. He
knocks her aside. Chaos & confusion. Meanwhile:

			MAGUA
		(French; subtitled)
	This is not the voice of wisdom. I go to
	the Hurons of the Lakes! You are women.
	Send your arrows and guns to the Seneca,
	beg from them venison to eat, corn to grind.
	Slaves, dogs, rabbits, thieves ... I spit on you!

Those Hurons who hear, do so in deadly, boding silence.
Magua and his fourteen hard
core braves start out as ...

SACHEM

heard Heyward's translation. He looks at Heyward, then
looks at Hawkeye and he nods
his head.

HAWKEYE

sees this. His eyes go to Cora. They've stopped dragging
her towards the fire pit.
Hawkeye steps forward to surrender. Cora is thrown at
him. Cora looks around wildly.
Instead of taking Hawkeye, two warriors grab Heyward.

HEYWARD

is immediately hamstrung and his legs collapse. He gasps.
He's caught under the arms
and dragged forward.

			HAWKEYE
	I said to trade me!

Hawkeye's holding Cora. Heyward struggles to be seen.

			HEYWARD
	... compliments, Mr. Poe.
		(pause)
	Take her and get out.

			CORA
		(standing)
	What are they doing to Duncan?
	Duncan!

He's gone. They start to ease away from the mass of
Hurons.

			HAWKEYE
		(low to himself)
	And my compliments to you ...

			CORA
	Alice?

Hawkeye's concentration is on backing out of the Huron
mob. Will the Sachem's
judgment be honored? Will some warriors hack down Hawkeye
& Cora? As they go ...

CORA

moves towards her sister. But Hawkeye holds her tightly
as they retreat.

CORA'S POV: ALICE

with Magua's group crosses the path. He drags Alice
behind him like baggage. She
regains her feet. Magua is oblivious to her. He's heading
towards the plateau.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR FOREST, TREE LINE - CHINGACHGOOK & UNCAS - DAY

Uncas sees Magua's direction. Uncas touches his father,
grabs his musket and races off.
Chingachgook reaches to stop him, but he's too late.
Chingachgook's hand in the air ...

TWO-SHOT: HAWKEYE & CORA

near the tree line. Hawkeye has eyes only for ...

HAWKEYE'S POV: HURONS

moving towards fire pit. One turns to watch Hawkeye &
Cora depart. Will he arouse
others to attack? Behind him, others are doing something
to Heyward and flames leap
up.

CORA'S EYES

are on Alice, off to the right in the meadow.

HAWKEYE

tense. They're almost there.

CHINGACHGOOK

holding Killdeer.

CHINGACHGOOK'S POV: MASSED HURON

Sky & flames. Suddenly, Heyward's stood upright into the
fire, bound to a bracket by
his arms. As the flames start devouring him ...

HAWKEYE & CORA

close to Chingachgook and the tree line ...

CHINGACHGOOK

tosses Hawkeye Killdeer. As fast as he jams it into his
shoulder he FIRES.

HEYWARD

among the hollering Hurons, is shot dead. It goes
unnoticed.

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR PROMONTORY - UNCAS - DAY

half-way up the rock face. He's approaching an overhang.
He climbs with a reckless
desperation ...

EXTERIOR STREAM - HAWKEYE & CHINGACHGOOK

pound across the (sic) to the meadow towards Magua's path
...

CORA

trying to stay with them, scrambles up ...

EXTERIOR PROMONTORY - UNCAS

reaches the overhang. It juts away from the face six
feet.

THE CEILING OF THE OVERHANG

Uncas' hand jams into a crack in the granite, forms a
fist and twists, making a wedge.
He swings out, dangling in space by the hand wedged into
the rock. His right hand
reaches out and up, searching the vertical face for ...

UNCAS' HAND

... a rock flake. An indentation. Anything ... His
fingers find a diagonal crevice and ...

UNCAS

swings out, now hanging by the vertical face above the
overhang. His features are
distorted with determination. Nothing will stop him. His
right hand grabs another rock.
His arms snap him up. Then push. He's on the ledge.
Moving fast ...

CUT TO ...

EXTERIOR PROMONTORY - HURONS - DAY

on point are approaching the path above the promontory.
Five warriors are ahead of
Magua. One behind him drags Alice.

FIRST

Huron starts up the narrow path. Suddenly ...

UNCAS

slams him off the rock with the butt of his musket.

WIDE ANGLE

Two's musket coming up. Uncas swings. FIRES. Before he's
fallen, Uncas bayonets
Three.

FOURTH

FIRES, misses, swings. Uncas slips the swung musket, but
it catches his elbow. Uncas'
musket falls. Before it hits the ground his tomahawk is
out and hacks Four over the
edge ...

MAGUA

running forward past Five, confronts Uncas head on. It's
incredibly fast.

UNCAS'

three tomahawk swings are dodged by Magua whose own knife
streaks like silver
flashes. Uncas, gashed on arms and chest, feints right
and slams Magua with an open
hand, closes and the men are intertwined steel and muscle
... and Magua throws Uncas.
Going with him and rolling off Uncas, Magua's knife
flashes into his armpit. Uncas'
right arm is useless. He scrambles up. Next to the
expertise of a mature warrior like
Magua, Uncas' raw, young determination may not be enough.

EXTERIOR - MEADOW - CHINGACHGOOK

freezes.

EXTERIOR PROMONTORY - UNCAS

closing, swings. Magua moves inside, stabs Uncas twice,
turns him to face the edge,
ripping his head left to expose the right underside of
his throat.

CLOSE: MAGUA'S

knife arm punches forward.

WIDE: PROMONTORY

Uncas falls down the face onto to the rocks.

CHINGACHGOOK

seeing his boy killed, CRIES out and is charging up the
path, Hawkeye following.

EXTERIOR PROMONTORY - ALICE

backs to the edge.

MAGUA

moves on Alice. His knife is low, about to strike. She
stares at him. Her eyes are like
pools of deep water, calm, open, almost beatific. It
stops Magua ...

MAGUA

inexplicably, drops his knife hand. He's riveted by her.
About him, there's a glimmer of
something else. He wears a human face for this one
moment. He reaches out with his
other hand to offer her safety. To bring her back from
the edge ...

ALICE

looks down at Uncas, her lover, dead on the rocks below.
She turns to Magua with
enigmatic calm. Her eyes seem to see into him. She steps
off the edge. She falls to her
death next to Uncas ...

EXTERIOR MEADOW - CORA

collapses to her knees on the ground and her face falls
forward into her hands ...

HURON WARRIORS

are running down the path to intercept Chingachgook,
charging uphill, fueled by a
father's rage, and Hawkeye. One Huron aims at the center
of Chingachgook's chest ...

HAWKEYE

FIRES past his father's side. The Huron's blown off the
path. Hawkeye races to reload
on the run ...

EXTERIOR PROMONTORY - MAGUA

sees the approach of Chingachgook.

TO CHINGACHGOOK

Huron warriors are an irrelevance. He slams one aside
with his musket.

HAWKEYE FIRES.

HURON

with tomahawk, about to blindside Chingachgook, is SHOT
DOWN.

MAGUA

charging Chingachgook.

VERY WIDE

Two men, like dots, race to collide at the center of the
promontory. Now the others fall
back... It's one-on-one. Hawkeye slows ...

COMBATANTS

Magua - confident, pumped up - feints with his left, his
tomahawk appearing in his
right, sweeping backhand, while his left, magically
holding his blade, is jamming up to
gut Chingachgook. Chingachgook's dead. Except ...

CHINGACHGOOK

isn't there. He rolled and, on one knee with his back to
Magua, his arm slams rearward.
The massive war club crashes into Magua's back.

MAGUA

stunned, turns to hatchet Chingachgook ...

CHINGACHGOOK

now up and towering - slams his club right into Magua's
assault ... destroying it,
breaking Magua's right arm. And ...

CHINGACHGOOK

... with his momentum, spins like a shot-putter and the
next blow cripples Magua's left
side and crushes part of his chest.

ANOTHER BLOW

destroys Magua's collar and shoulder.

MAGUA

amazed. His body is broken and crippled, but he still
stands. He looks into the eyes of
the last warrior of the Mohicans.

			CHINGACHGOOK
	UNCAS!!!

And he spins and swings. The blade side of the war club
punches into Magua's chest,
caving him in two.

WIDE

Magua dies in the dust.

HAWKEYE

watching Chingachgook's heaving back. It's over.

CORA

alone, kneeling in the meadow. Her eyes downcast ...

FADE OUT ...

FADE IN

EXTERIOR - MOUNTAIN TOP - WIDE REAR SHOT - NEXT DAY

Chingachgook's at the edge, facing the endless rolling
forests to the west. A haze of
sunlight illuminates silver and lead clouds. Hawkeye is a
little apart, watching his father.

HAWKEYE'S POV: CHINGACHGOOK

speaks to the sky.

			CHINGACHGOOK
		(Mohican)
	Great Spirit and the Maker of all Life ...

ON HAWKEYE & CHINGACHGOOK

We HEAR Hawkeye's English translation in VOICE OVER:

			CHINGACHGOOK/
			HAWKEYE (V.O.):
		(in English)
	... a warrior goes to you swift and straight
	as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him
	and let him take his place at the council fire
	of my people.
		(pause)
	He is Uncas, my son.
		(pause)
	Bid them patience and ask death for speed;
	for they are all there but one
	- I, Chingachgook - Last of the Mohicans.

Chingachgook's hands drop to his sides. He lets out his
breath with a weariness. His
eyes seek Hawkeye's. They hold ...

CORA

is standing, her back to us, in front of a rock-covered
grave with a wooden cross. Next
to it is Uncas' burial platform. Cora [says a] silent
prayer. Then she pauses, crosses
herself. Her emotions are spent. She moves next to
Hawkeye. He takes her hand.

HAWKEYE & CORA]

			HAWKEYE
	Will you go back to England?

			CORA
	I have nothing to go back for.

Long pause.

			HAWKEYE
	Then will you stay in America?

She turns to face him.

			HAWKEYE
	And will you be my wife?

Pause.

			CORA
	Yes.

They hold each other's eyes. She searches his face.

			CORA
	Where will we go?

			HAWKEYE
	Winter with the Delaware, my father's
	cousins. And in the spring, cross the
	Ohio and look for land to settle with my
	father in a new place called Can-tuck-ee.

They move next to Chingachgook. He senses they're beside
him. Hawkeye's arm is
around her shoulders.

			CHINGACHGOOK
	The frontier moves with the sun and pushes
	the red man of the wilderness forests in front
	of it. Until one day there will be nowhere left.
	Then our race will be no more, or be not us ...
	The frontier place is for people like my white
	son and his woman and their children.

			HAWKEYE
	That's my father's sadness talking.

Hawkeye puts a hand on his shoulder.

			CHINGACHGOOK
	No. It is true ... One day ... there will be no
	more frontier. Then men like you will go, too.
	Like the Mohicans.
		(pause)
	And new people will come. Work. Struggle
	to make their light ... One mystery remains.

			HAWKEYE
	What is that?

Cora, listening to Chingachgook, takes Hawkeye's hand.

			CHINGACHGOOK
	Will there be anything left to show the world
	that we ever did exist?

REAR SHOT

Cora stands next to her man. Hawkeye puts his arm around
his father. They stare out
over the wilderness.

			THE END

 
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