This is an excerpt (first 20 pages) of a completed screenplay.

       "Blood & Ice" - screenplay by Derek Paterson.


       FADE IN:


       EXT. USS SPANGLER - ARCTIC WATERS - DAY

       The gunboat USS SPANGLER navigates around towering icebergs
       on her way toward the North Polar Icecap.  The year is 1900,
       the Spangler is small by today's standards and equipped with
       one 3-inch forward deck gun.


       EXT. BOW DECK - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       Standing at the bows, DOUG ALLENBY, 20, a clean cut young
       student, stares in wonder at the seemingly endless kingdom
       of ice that lies ahead.

       In ones and twos the other members of the expedition join
       him.  They're all dressed for the climate in fur-trimmed
       garments of the era, mittens, boots, etc.  They are:

       PROFESSOR RUTHERFORD FRANKLIN, 60s, distinguished and
       imposing.

       ALISON FRANKLIN, the Professor's daughter, 19, beautiful,
       intelligent and full of life.  Like Doug she's caught up in
       the thrill of the moment.

       HARKER AND BODINE, 30s, experienced explorer-adventurers.
       Their rifles are wrapped in protective fur as if they're the
       most precious things they own.

       U.S. MARINE LIEUTENANT HANK MOORE, 30s, a tough veteran who
       wears twin Colt revolvers in hip holsters.

                             DOUG
                 How long till we get there, Professor?

                             FRANKLIN
                 Another half a day should see us
                 safely ashore.  Wouldn't you agree,
                 Lieutenant?

                             MOORE
                 Yes sir.  We'll be ready to unload
                 equipment and supplies as soon as we
                 arrive.

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                                                                 2.


                             FRANKLIN
                 Best unfurl your maps and sharpen
                 your pencils, Doug.  We're nearly
                 there.


       INT. CARGO HOLD - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       The dark interior is gradually revealed as an OIL LAMP moves
       among stacks of wooden crates and boxes.  A snow sled sits
       under protective canvas.

       SLED DOGS in wire cages BARK with excitement as the MAN
       carrying the lamp approaches.  He his face lies hidden in
       shadow beneath his fur-trimmed hood.

       The Man takes off one glove and dips his hand into a bag.
       He brings out bloody scraps of meat and throws them into the
       cages.  The dogs gulp the meat down.


       EXT. BAY - DAY

       USS Spangler draws near.  Towering icebergs in b.g.


       EXT. BOAT DECK - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       Harker and Bodine look on with interest as SAILORS make ready
       to lower the ship's longboat.


       EXT. BRIDGE - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       Franklin and Moore talk with Captain SAMMS, 50s, a crusty
       sea dog who's spent his entire life riding the ocean wave.
       He's a pipe smoker who likes his tobacco strong.

       All three men watch the sea horizon, not the shore.

                             FRANKLIN
                 You're sure?

                             SAMMS
                 She's out there, all right.  Been
                 following us since we left port.
                      (puffs on pipe)
                 Running with no lights 'tween peaks.
                 Dangerous, that.  Captain's a fool.
                 Or under orders.

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                                                                 3.


                             FRANKLIN
                 What will you do?

                             SAMMS
                 I'm heading for home.

       Franklin and Moore exchange worried looks.

                             SAMMS (CONT'D)
                 Soon as my masthead's under the
                 horizon, I'll come about and see
                 what's to be seen.
                      (puffs on pipe)
                 I find any ship in these waters that
                 ain't flying the Stars and Stripes,
                 I'll sink her, so help me God.

                             FRANKLIN
                 What about survivors?

                             SAMMS
                 Won't be any.
                      (puffs on pipe)
                 I got my orders, too.


       EXT. BRIDGEHOUSE DECK - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       Franklin and Moore step outside.

                             MOORE
                 You think it could be the British?

                             FRANKLIN
                 If they've put two and two together,
                 then yes, it could be them.  Although
                 we did a pretty thorough job of
                 pinning the blame on the French.
                      (chuckles)
                 Laroche had better watch his back.
                 The British don't take kindly to
                 having their secrets stolen.

                             MOORE
                 That's funny, considering the Limeys
                 stole the diary from the Krauts in
                 the first place.

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                                                                 4.


       EXT. BOAT DECK - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       Lots of activity as SAILORS load the longboat with boxes and
       cases.  The snow sled takes up most of the boat.

       Doug carries his precious leather map case.  In the shifting
       press of bodies he accidently bumps into Alison.

                             DOUG
                 Sorry!  It's a little crowded here.

                             ALISON
                 We really ought to introduce
                 ourselves.
                      (offers her hand)
                 I'm Alison Franklin.

       Doug's surprised by her forwardness but shakes her hand.

                             DOUG
                 Douglas Allenby.  I'm very pleased
                 to make your acquaintance at last,
                 Miss Franklin.

                             ALISON
                 How do you do, Mister Allenby?  There,
                 now we know each other.  My father
                 says you're one of his brightest
                 students.

                             DOUG
                 Oh, I wouldn't say that...

                             ALISON
                 There's no need for false modesty.
                 Father rarely exaggerates.

       She sweeps her arm, indicating their surroundings.

                             ALISON (CONT'D)
                 Isn't this just wonderful?

                             DOUG
                 It surely is.  I hope you're feeling
                 better?

                             ALISON
                 Feeling better?

                             DOUG
                 It's an awful thing, sea sickness.

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                                                                 5.


                             ALISON
                 Oh yes, awful.  But I'd rather not
                 dwell upon it, if you don't mind.

                             DOUG
                 I must say I admire your fortitude,
                 Miss Franklin.  It takes courage and
                 determination to sail to such distant
                 climes.  Your father must appreciate
                 your coming all this way just to
                 wish his expedition well.

                             ALISON
                 No doubt he does.

       Franklin joins them.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Best give your map case to the sailors
                 for safe keeping, my boy.

                             DOUG
                 I think I'll keep hold of it, sir.
                 It wouldn't do to lose it through
                 someone else's carelessness.


       SHIP'S LONGBOAT

       Moore climbs aboard along with Gunnery Sergeant LOMAX and
       two Marines, PETERS and JONES.  Next comes Harker and Bodine
       with their precious rifles.  Franklin and Alison climb aboard.
       And lastly, Doug.

                             DOUG
                 Uh, Professor, wouldn't it be better
                 if your daughter said goodbye here?

       Franklin doesn't hear him.  Alison does.  She frowns at Doug.
       Doug doesn't know what he's said wrong.

       Everyone takes their seats.  Sailors lower the longboat into
       the water.  SPLASH.  Peters and Jones release the mooring
       ropes, then take up the longboat's oars.

       Franklin looks up.  Samms stands at the Bridge rail, his
       pipe clamped between his teeth, looking down at them.  He
       tosses Franklin a salute.

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                                                                 6.


       EXT. SHORE - DAY

       USS Spangler sits majestically in background as the longboat
       approaches shore.


       EXT. ARCTIC PANORAMA - DAY

       A cold, desolate, windswept place.


       EXT. SHORE - DAY

       Peters and Jones jump out and hold the longboat steady.  The
       passengers disembark via the bows, keeping their feet dry.
       Doug offers his hand to assist Alison, but she jumps ashore
       without his help.

       FRANKLIN AND MOORE

       Franklin takes off his gloves and opens a leather-bound diary.

       THE DIARY

       Franklin flips the pages, which are crammed with scrawled
       writing... in GERMAN.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Your compass please, Lieutenant?

       Moore gives Franklin his compass.  Franklin takes a bearing
       and stares ahead.

                             FRANKLIN (CONT'D)
                 Twenty-six kilometers.

                             MOORE
                 What's that in real distance?

                             FRANKLIN
                 Sixteen miles, give or take.

                             MOORE
                 If this weather holds, we could be
                 there the day after tomorrow.  Sooner,
                 if we still had the dogs.

       Franklin closes the diary and returns it to his coat pocket.
       He gives Moore his compass back.

       DOUG AND ALISON

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                                                                 7.


                             DOUG
                 It's not as cold as I expected.

                             ALISON
                 It's the wind that's most dangerous.
                 It drains your body heat and leaves
                 you freezing.  We're sheltered here,
                 but once we're out in the open we
                 must take great care.

                             DOUG
                 What do you mean, "we"?

                             ALISON
                 Oh, didn't Father tell you?  I'm
                 coming with you.  I'm part of the
                 Franklin Expedition, Mister Allenby.

       Doug is speechless!

       BOOM!  All heads turn as USS Spangler fires her gun!

                             FRANKLIN
                 What the devil is he shooting at?

                             MOORE
                 Must be something behind one of the
                 bergs.  The ship that was following
                 us...?

       Black smoke pours from USS Spangler's funnel.  A CLATTER of
       chain as the anchor's raised.  The gunboat moves off.

       Alison and Doug join them.

                             ALISON
                 Father, what's going on?

       Franklin looks to Moore for help.

                             MOORE
                 There's the possibility ice was
                 forming around the rudder.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Yes, just so.  At these latitudes,
                 Captain Samms can't afford to take
                 any chances.

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                                                                 8.


       USS Spangler moves further away from the shore, leaving a
       trail of smoke hanging in the air.  (The Spangler will move
       behind the icebergs floating offshore, and vanish from sight.)

                             ALISON
                 He is coming back, isn't he?

                             FRANKLIN
                 Of course.  But we can't hang around
                 here waiting for him.  We're heading
                 inland.

                             ALISON
                 But we only have half our supplies.
                 The longboat was supposed to make
                 two trips.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Lieutenant, if you can organize
                 things?

                             MOORE
                 On the subject of supplies, Professor--

                             FRANKLIN
                 We have sufficient food and fuel to
                 last for the estimated duration of
                 this expedition, Lieutenant.

                             MOORE
                 There's such a thing as a safety
                 margin, sir.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Which we will not exceed.

       Moore moves to talk to Lomax.

                             FRANKLIN (CONT'D)
                 Not if we find what I expect to find.

       Doug frowns, puzzled.


       EXT. ARCTIC PANORAMA - DAY

       Another chilling view of what lies ahead.

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                                                                 9.


       EXT. SHORE/BAY - DAY

       Everything's been unloaded from the longboat.  Alison sits
       on the sled, wrapped in furs.  Peters, Jones, Harker and
       Bodine wear harnesses that allow them to tow the sled behind
       them.  They're human sled dogs.

                             DOUG
                 Professor, why didn't we bring dogs?

                             MOORE
                 We did.

                             DOUG
                 I mean, why didn't we bring them
                 ashore with us?

                             MOORE
                 Because they're dead.  Someone
                 poisoned their food.

                             FRANKLIN
                 That's quite enough of that.  We
                 have a long way to travel.  Save
                 your breath, Douglas.

       The expedition sets off.  Moore and Franklin lead the way.
       Then comes the sled, four men pulling, Alison aboard.  Lomax
       and Doug bring up the rear.

       Doug looks back.  The USS Spangler is gone.


       EXT. SNOWFIELD - DAY

       The expedition trudges across the featureless landscape.

       FURTHER ON

       Moore raises his hand, calling a halt.  He checks his compass,
       then waves "forward!"  The expedition sets off again.

       FURTHER ON

       Moore calls a halt to take another compass bearing.

       Doug pushes up his goggles and looks back at the sled.
       Alison's face is hidden within the deep shadows of her hood.

       Lomax circles the sled like he's on sentry patrol, looking
       outward.

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                                                                10.


       Moore consults with Franklin.  They examine the compass.

                             MOORE
                 If it gets any worse...

                             FRANKLIN
                 Becker's notes say it shouldn't.

                             MOORE
                 Have you given any thought to what
                 will happen to all of us if we can't
                 perform basic navigation?

                             FRANKLIN
                 Let's not waste any more time.

       Moore signals "forward!"  The expedition continues.

       FURTHER ON

       Lomax stops the sled.  He hurries forward to catch up with
       Franklin and Moore.

       Doug watches them.  He can't hear their muffled conversation.
       Lomax points to a spot some distance away from the sled.
       Franklin and Moore follow Lomax to the spot.

       Alison pushes back her hood and raises her goggles.  She
       grins at Doug.  He grins back.

       BURIED IN THE SNOW

       A man-sized lump.

       Lomax kneels down and start scraping.  Franklin and Moore
       watch.

       DOUG

       looks around.  There's nothing to see, just snow.

       Lomax's scraping reveals the body of A MAN wearing Arctic
       clothing and goggles, his hands frozen like claws.  Further
       scraping reveals a splash of red on his chest.

       ALISON

       cranes her neck to see, but everyone's blocking her view.

       Lomax stands up and steps back.  Franklin and Moore kneel
       beside the corpse.

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                                                                11.


       DOUG

       edges closer, curious.

       FRANKLIN AND MOORE

       Franklin take out the leather-bound diary and opens it.  He
       flicks the pages... finds the entry he's looking for.

                             FRANKLIN (CONT'D)
                 Herr Leutnant Neumann, unless I'm
                 mistaken.  Distance from the camp is
                 given at three kilometers.

                             MOORE
                 Does it say what killed him?

                             FRANKLIN
                 "Neumann in valiant defense of the
                 expedition fell."  That's all.  Heavy
                 snow swept in.  They couldn't find
                 his body.

       LOMAX

       senses Doug's approach and turns around fast.  He pushes
       Doug back using his rifle -- and it's not a gentle push.
       Doug bristles, but Lomax towers over him and outweighs him
       by a hundred pounds.

       FRANKLIN AND MOORE

                             MOORE
                 What about the others?

       Franklin puts the diary away and stands up.

                             FRANKLIN
                 I believe we'll meet the other members
                 of Herr Becker's expedition soon
                 enough.

       Franklin and Moore head back to the sled.

       Lomax gestures to Doug:  "Follow them!"  Doug does as he's
       told.  Lomax brings up the rear.

       Halfway toward the sled Lomax stops and looks around, as if
       he's sensed something.

       LOMAX'S POV:  There's nothing to see, just snow...

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                                                                12.


                             DOUG
                 Professor--

       Franklin stops and waits for him to catch up.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Say nothing of this, Douglas.  We'll
                 discuss it later.

       Moore signals "forward!"  The expedition sets off again.

       FURTHER ON

       The expedition slows as SNOW begins to fall.  Moore calls a
       halt.  Everyone gets tied to the sled by lengths of rope
       knotted about their waists.

       ALISON beckons to Doug.

                             ALISON
                 We wouldn't want to lose you.

       FURTHER ON

       Moore calls a halt to take another compass reading.  He
       studies the compass, then turns around and studies it again.
       He looks at Franklin.  Franklin's expression is unreadable.

       THE COMPASS NEEDLE

       is spinning.

                             MOORE
                 Sir, I think you should see this.

       Franklin examines the compass.

       THE COMPASS NEEDLE

       points steady in one direction.

                             MOORE (CONT'D)
                 I don't understand it.  A moment ago
                 it was going crazy.

                             FRANKLIN
                 We must not be surprised by anything
                 unusual.  Carry on, Lieutenant.

       Moore waves "forward!"  The expedition sets off again.

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                                                                13.


       EXT. CAMP - DAY

       A pathetic gathering of three canvas tents, half-buried by
       snow, edges flapping in the wind.  No sign of life.

       The Franklin Expedition emerges from the snow, moving slow
       and tired.  They stop twenty paces away.  Harker and Bodine
       throw off their sled harnesses and unsling their rifles.

       Using hand signals, Lomax orders Peters and Jones to remain
       with the sled.  They unsling their rifles too.

       Franklin, Moore and Lomax approach the tents.  Moore stops
       them and signals, "Wait here!"  He draws a REVOLVER and goes
       forward alone.  Harker and Bodine move to cover Moore.

       Moore pulls open a tent flap and looks inside.  He withdraws,
       and looks in the second tent.  Then he looks inside the third
       tent.  He ducks his head and goes inside.

       Franklin and Lomax wait.  Harker and Bodine slowly turn
       around, studying their surroundings.

       Alison pushes back her hood and raises her goggles.  Doug
       moves closer to talk to her.

                             DOUG
                 How come there are tents here?

                             ALISON
                 My father will tell you everything
                 when he is ready, Mister Allenby.

                             DOUG
                 Does that mean you don't know?

                             ALISON
                 It means he'll tell you when he's
                 ready, and not before.

       Moore sticks his head out of the tent and waves to Franklin.
       Franklin joins him.  They both disappear inside the tent.

                             DOUG
                 I don't get it.  I thought we were
                 the first expedition to come this
                 way?

       He looks at Alison.  She doesn't reply.

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       INT. TENT THREE - DAY

       Franklin and Moore crouch to examine two frozen BODIES lying
       on the floor of the tent.  Snow has got inside, partially
       covering the bodies.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Muller and Fleischer.  Becker dragged
                 their bodies back to the camp.  Stupid
                 of him to leave a trail that could
                 be followed.  He should have left
                 them where they fell.

                             MOORE
                 It's clear you're not a military
                 man, Professor.  Leaving your dead
                 behind isn't an easy thing to do.

                             FRANKLIN
                 I guess you would know, Lieutenant.

       Franklin's words lash Moore like a whip.  If Franklin is
       aware of this, he gives no sign.

                             FRANKLIN (CONT'D)
                 The question is, do we keep going,
                 or do we rest here for the night?

                             MOORE
                 Sergeant Lomax says the men are tired.
                 The equipment in the sled isn't light.

       A fleeting smile touches Franklin's lips.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Then we'll rest here.  Have the bodies
                 removed and buried.  Make sure my
                 daughter doesn't see them.

                             MOORE
                 Yes sir.


       EXT. CAMP - DAY

       Lomax leads Peters and Jones toward Tent Three.

       Moore speaks with Harker and Bodine.

       Franklin approaches the sled.

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                                                                15.


                             FRANKLIN
                 We're resting up here.  Douglas, I'm
                 afraid you'll have to share a tent
                 with Alison and myself.

                             DOUG
                 Whose camp is this, Professor?

                             FRANKLIN
                 In good time.  Stay with the sled
                 until Sergeant Lomax tidies the place
                 up.  The tents aren't suitable for
                 guests at the moment.


       INT. TENT ONE - DAY

       An oil lamp hangs from the central support.  There are three
       cots with thick blanket rolls.  The "floor" is compacted
       snow.

       Doug holds the tent flap open for Alison.  Jones drags a
       small steamer trunk inside.  Alison points to one of the
       cots.  Jones puts the trunk there and exits.

                             DOUG
                 At least it's warmer in here.

       He throws back his hood, begins to open his coat.

                             ALISON
                 It only feels warmer because you're
                 out of the wind.  Keep your coat
                 fastened and your gloves on.  And
                 don't stand in the same place too
                 long.  Stamp your feet as often as
                 you can.

       Doug fastens his coat, stamps his feet.

       Alison sits down and tugs at the trunk's locks.

                             DOUG
                 It's going to be a little crowded
                 with three of us in here, isn't it?

                             ALISON
                 We're all giving off body heat.
                 That should raise the temperature a
                 couple of degrees.

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       She opens the trunk, brings out a bundle and carefully unwraps
       it revealing a camping stove.  She sets it down on the floor,
       clear of the cots, and hands Doug an iron pot.

                             ALISON (CONT'D)
                 Fill it up with snow.

       Doug looks around, but Alison shakes her head.

                             ALISON (CONT'D)
                 Make sure it's fresh, undisturbed
                 snow.

       Doug gets it.  He exits.


       EXT. CAMP - DAY

       Doug pulls up his hood.  He moves well away from the tents,
       bends over and scoops snow into the pot.  He looks up--

       Harker stands five paces away, staring at Doug through his
       rifle sights.  Harker snaps the weapon up and walks away.

       Doug lets out a breath.  Watches Harker disappear into the
       falling snow.

       Lomax stands in front of Tent Two, his expression hidden by
       his goggles.  He spins around and ducks into Tent Two.

       Doug returns to Tent One.


       EXT. ARCTIC PANORAMA - DAY

       A frozen, desolate wilderness.


       INT. TENT TWO - DAY

       Franklin and Moore open wooden boxes with German lettering.
       Inside the boxes, a variety of tin cans.

                             MOORE
                 They didn't plan on going home any
                 time soon.

       Lomax enters.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Did you dispose of the bodies?

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                                                                17.


                             LOMAX
                 We dug a hole in the snow and dropped
                 the poor bastards in, if that's what
                 you mean.

                             MOORE
                 Sergeant, you should know that
                 Professor Franklin carries a special
                 commission signed by the Secretary
                 of Defense.  You will address him as
                 "sir" and accord him with all
                 deference due an officer.

                             LOMAX
                 My apologies, sir.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Lieutenant Moore tells me you're
                 suspicious of Douglas.  Don't be.
                 He's been my student for two and a
                 half years.

                             LOMAX
                 He was seen near the cargo hold before
                 the dogs got poisoned.

                             FRANKLIN
                 So were half the gunship's crew.
                 And unless I'm mistaken, so were
                 your men.

                             MOORE
                 My men are U.S. Marines, sir.

                             FRANKLIN
                 And the sailors are U.S.  Navy
                 sailors, but someone got to the dogs.

                             LOMAX
                 Exactly my point, sir.

                             MOORE
                 What about Harker and Bodine?

                             FRANKLIN
                 It's my understanding that the White
                 House Secret Service checks people
                 thoroughly before offering them
                 employment.

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                                                                18.


                             MOORE
                 All the same, Professor, they're the
                 outsiders if you're vouching for
                 Allenby.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Suspicion can wait until morning.
                 Or what passes for morning up here.
                 Sergeant, you'll see the equipment
                 is guarded?

                             LOMAX
                 Are you willing to trust that duty
                 to Marines, sir?

       Moore tenses for an explosion, but Franklin smiles instead.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Be so good as to have someone catalog
                 what's in these boxes, Lieutenant.

       Franklin exits.

                             MOORE
                 Tread lightly, Sergeant.

                             LOMAX
                 Yes sir.


       INT. TENT ONE - DAY

       Doug and Alison sip steaming hot coffee from tin mugs.

                             DOUG
                 I will admit, Miss Franklin, you
                 surprised me.

                             ALISON
                 Oh?

                             DOUG
                 Coming here, I mean.  The climate,
                 these conditions.  It can't be easy
                 for a girl.  I mean...

                             ALISON
                 Yes?

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                                                                19.


                             DOUG
                 It's not easy for anyone, but it
                 must be particularly...
                      (pause)
                 What I mean is...
                      (pause)
                 I can leave the tent if you wish to
                 change your clothes.  Or anything
                 else...

                             ALISON
                 Are you worried about the lack of
                 bathroom facilities, Mister Allenby?

       Doug dies with embarrassment.

                             ALISON (CONT'D)
                 I used a bottle in the sled.

                             DOUG
                 A... bottle?

                             ALISON
                 Underneath the furs.  No one noticed,
                 at least I don't think they did.
                 I'm sure my kidneys would have failed
                 otherwise.  It was a long journey
                 and I wasn't exactly in a position
                 to jump out.

                             DOUG
                 I suppose not...

                             ALISON
                 Perhaps you think I'm a camel, only
                 drinking and emptying my bladder
                 once per month.  Do I look like a
                 camel, Mister Allenby?

       Doug clamps his mouth shut.  Definitely not a camel...

                             ALISON (CONT'D)
                 So there's no need for you to worry.
                 I shall make my own arrangements
                 when needed.

       Doug grins feebly.

       Franklin opens the flap and enters.  He sniffs the air.

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                                                                20.


                             FRANKLIN
                 All the comforts of home.

       Alison offers him her cup.  Franklin takes it and sits down.
       He wraps his hands around the mug and sips the coffee.

                             FRANKLIN (CONT'D)
                 Last year, the U.S. Navy was kind
                 enough to send a party ashore to
                 establish this camp.  They erected
                 these tents and left food.  So you
                 see,
                      (to Alison)
                 we have adequate supplies for the
                 expedition.

                             ALISON
                 It's fortunate that the Department
                 of the Navy had such foresight.

                             FRANKLIN
                 I watched you today, Doug.  You're
                 bearing up well.  How would you feel
                 about helping to pull the sled
                 tomorrow?

                             DOUG
                 I'm more than willing, sir.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Excellent.  Then the only remaining
                 problem we must solve before we turn
                 in for the night is... what's for
                 supper?  Alison?

                             ALISON
                 Delicious beef jerky soup.

                             FRANKLIN
                 You've been speaking with the
                 Spangler's cook, I see.

                             ALISON
                 He was kind enough to share his
                 recipes.  Unfortunately they all
                 have the same principal ingredient.

                             DOUG
                 What's that?

       They look at him.  Doug gets it.

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                                                                21.


                             DOUG (CONT'D)
                 Oh...

       Alison hands him the tin pot.


       EXT. CAMP - NIGHT

       Or what passes for night at Arctic latitudes.

       SNOW falls heavily.  Peters and Jones shiver under their
       cloaks as they patrol the camp.

       Both Marines stop and look in the same direction.  They bring
       up their rifles--

       BODINE appears out of the snow.  Bodine ignores them and
       heads for Tent Three.


       INT. TENT THREE - NIGHT

       Snow blows through the open flap.  Moore comes awake instantly
       and sits up on his cot, his revolver COCKED.  He thumbs the
       hammer closed as Bodine sits down.

                             MOORE
                 Trying to get yourself killed?

                             BODINE
                 We found it.  Three miles further
                 inland.  Exactly as described.

                             MOORE
                 Can it wait till morning?

                             BODINE
                 It's not going anywhere, that's for
                 sure.

                             MOORE
                 Get some hot food and rest.  Harker
                 with you?

                             BODINE
                 He's prowling around.  That nose of
                 his is smelling trouble.

                             MOORE
                 That's why we brought guns.

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                                                                22.


                             BODINE
                 The Krauts brought guns, too.  Didn't
                 do them much good.

       Bodine exits.  The tent flap hangs open, snow blows in.
       Moore gets up and closes the flap.


       EXT. CAMP - NIGHT

       Lomax meets Bodine and they talk.


       INT. TENT ONE - NIGHT

       Doug stirs restlessly on his cot.  He raises his head.
       Franklin and Alison are asleep on their cots.  Both father
       and daughter snore.

       Doug tilts his head.  Did he hear something?  He gets up and
       moves to the tent flap, opens it a crack and peers outside.

       DOUG'S POV:  Lomax and Bodine part company.  The sled sits
       in plain view, covered in canvas.  And beyond the sled--

       SOMETHING MOVES within the curtain of falling snow.  Something
       massive, a shadow that creates a swirling vacuum into which
       the snow is sucked.

       Doug steps away from the flap, letting it close.  He shakes
       his head.  He must be still asleep.

                             ALISON
                 What's the matter?

                             DOUG
                 I didn't mean to wake you.

       She scowls at him, then pulls blankets over her head and
       goes back to sleep instantly.

       Doug lies back down on his cot and listens to their snoring.


       INT. CAMP - DAY

       Light snow falls.  Everything's covered in a blanket of snow.
       Peters and Jones dig out the sled.  Moore and Lomax dig
       themselves out of Tent Three, speak brief to Peters and Jones,
       the leave the camp.

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                                                                23.


       Alison emerges from Tent One, sees Moore and Lomax leaving,
       and heads out in the other direction, carrying a bottle.

       MOORE AND LOMAX

       write their names in the snow.

       Doug walks past them and fumbles to undo knots and peel back
       layers of clothing.  It takes too long, he dances from foot
       to foot, grimacing with pain.

       Moore and Lomax grin at his discomfort as they fasten up,
       then head back to the camp.

       Doug finally releases his little man and writes an entire
       chapter in the snow.  He closes his eyes and sighs with
       pleasure.

       A DEEP-THROATED GROWL

       An adult male polar bear weighing well over a thousand pounds
       bares its teeth at Doug.

       Doug slowly turns his head to look back at the camp.  Moore
       and Lomax are fifty paces away, their backs to him.

       ALISON

       looks around to check no one's watching, and empties her
       bottle into the snow.  She rubs the bottle in the snow, shakes
       it, gets up and heads back to the tents.

       She pauses at Tent One's entrance and looks in Doug's
       direction.  He's barely visible amid the falling snow, just
       standing there, his back to her.  Alison smiles, opens the
       tent flap and is about to duck inside -- when something makes
       her look again.

       Doug isn't moving.  Alison frowns, wondering why.

       Moore enters Tent Three, Lomax moves to talk to Peters and
       Jones.

                             ALISON
                 Sergeant Lomax?

                             LOMAX
                 Good morning Miss Franklin.

                             ALISON
                 Is Douglas all right?

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                                                                24.


       Lomax looks in Doug's direction.

       DOUG

       is on the verge of fainting.  The polar bear snarls at him,
       its yellow eyes hot and angry.  Doug fumbles to close himself
       up as he very slowly backs away.

       The polar bear rears up onto its hind legs.  Doug looks up
       at eight feet of muscle, fur and claws.  He trembles in fear,
       rooted to the spot.

       The bear opens its mouth wide to reveal slavering fangs.  It
       ROARS at Doug and staggers toward him, a lumbering attack.

       AND WHAM IT'S GONE, catapulted into the air, spinning end
       over end until it vanishes inside the falling curtain of
       snow, its thin WAIL fading.

       Doug finds himself staring at a mountain of shaggy brown fur
       that emerges from the snow curtain.  It's twice the height
       of the polar bear and much wider.  The mountain stares back
       at him, its blue eyes filled with intelligence.  Its long,
       curved tusks touch the ground and curl back towards its head.
       Their tips are bright red with polar bear blood.

       MOORE, LOMAX, PETERS AND JONES

       run through knee-deep snow.  All carrying rifles.

       DOUG

       can't believe his eyes.  He stares, open-mouthed, at the
       mountain of fur.

       ITS EYES

       swivel to focus on the approaching men.  The mountain retreats
       back into the snow.  In seconds it's gone, leaving behind a
       vacuum that's quickly filled with swirling snow.

       Doug falls to his knees, gasping.

       The Marines reach him.  They look around, puzzled.  Nothing's
       there.  Whatever Doug saw is gone.  Lomax bends down to
       examine the snow.

                             LOMAX
                 Got blood here.

       Moore pulls Doug to his feet and examines him all over.

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                                                                25.


                             MOORE
                 It isn't his.
                      (to Doug)
                 Mister Allenby.  Douglas.  Are you
                 all right?  Can you tell me what
                 happened?

       Doug's too shocked to talk.

                             LOMAX
                 Got tracks, too.  Hard to tell...
                 Might be a polar bear.

                             MOORE
                 Where did it go?

       Doug stares into the curtain of falling snow.

                             LOMAX
                 How come it's bleeding?  What did
                 you do?

       Still no reaction from Doug.

                             MOORE
                 Take him back to the camp.

       Peters and Jones sling their rifles and help Doug back to
       camp.  Moore and Lomax stay behind and look around.

                             MOORE (CONT'D)
                 Boy's damn lucky.  Could've killed
                 him and dragged him off.

                             LOMAX
                 Maybe he had a knife.  Maybe that
                 boy ain't a boy.

                             MOORE
                 You really think he saw off a polar
                 bear with a knife?

                             LOMAX
                 You'll have to ask him.  Sir.

       They turn and head back to camp.

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                                                                26.


       INT. TENT ONE - DAY

       Doug and Alison sit facing each other.  She offers him a cup
       of coffee.  No response.  She takes his hand and wraps his
       fingers around the cup.

                             ALISON
                 Douglas?  Douglas.  DOUGLAS.

       He blinks.  Realizes where he is.

                             ALISON (CONT'D)
                 Watch you don't burn your fingers.

       He sips the coffee.  Nods his thanks.

                             ALISON (CONT'D)
                 Polar bears are carnivores.  You're
                 lucky to be alive.

                             DOUG
                 How did I get here?

                             ALISON
                 Don't worry, you're safe now.  Drink
                 your coffee.

                             DOUG
                 It's too sweet.

                             ALISON
                 I said drink.

       He drinks.  The tent flap opens, Franklin sticks his head
       inside.

                             FRANKLIN
                 How is he?
                      (to Doug)
                 How are you, my boy?

                             DOUG
                 I'm fine, Professor.  Just a little
                 shaken up.

                             FRANKLIN
                 I can't say I blame you.  But you
                 weren't harmed, that's what's
                 important.
                      (to Alison)
                 How soon can you be ready?

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                                                                27.


                             ALISON
                 Right away.  Will we be seeing any
                 more polar bears?

                             FRANKLIN
                 I don't think we need worry,
                 Lieutenant Moore will keep an eye
                 out for them.

                             ALISON
                 Father, I don't want to ride in the
                 sled today.

                             FRANKLIN
                 Is there any particular reason?

                             ALISON
                 Without my added weight it will be
                 much easier for everyone.  I know I
                 can keep up.

                             FRANKLIN
                 I'd much rather you stayed with the
                 sled.

                             ALISON
                 If I become tired I'll let Sergeant
                 Lomax know.  And Douglas will be
                 there, too.

       Franklin thinks about it...

                             FRANKLIN
                 I would not be happy with such an
                 arrangement, Alison.  I want you
                 aboard the sled.  You understand?

       Alison nods, yes.  Franklin exits.

                             ALISON
                 He thinks I'm weak.

                             DOUG
                 I believe he's concerned about you.
                 That's not the same thing.

                             ALISON
                 How would you know?

       She gets up and exits.

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                                                                28.


       Doug sighs.  He drinks his coffee, screwing up his face at
       the taste.  Moore opens the flap and enters.

                             MOORE
                 Mister Allenby.  Are we recovered
                 from our ordeal?

                             DOUG
                 I'm fine, Lieutenant.  Professor
                 Franklin said I'd be pulling the
                 sled today?

                             MOORE
                 Yourself and Sergeant Lomax.  What
                 with this polar bear business I want
                 Harker and Bodine to make sure we're
                 not attacked.  Your assistance is
                 much appreciated.

                             DOUG
                 I'm glad to help any way I can.  I --
                 I'm sorry for causing such a fuss.

                             MOORE
                 You didn't ask that bear to come
                 sniffing around.  But won't you tell
                 me what happened?  Why'd it turn
                 tail and run?

       Doug shakes his head.

                             DOUG
                 I have no idea.

       Moore nods thoughtfully, then exits the tent.

       Doug stares into his cup, thinking about it.

       INSERT:  swirling snow rushes to fill the vacuum left by the
       retreating mountain of fur.


       EXT. USS SPANGLER - ARCTIC WATERS - DAY

       The USS Spangler skirts around a towering iceberg.  It looms
       above the gunboat like a mountain.

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                                                                29.


       INT. BRIDGE - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       Samms and his CREW keep lookout.  Samms clamps his pipe
       between his teeth.


       EXT. USS SPANGLER - ARCTIC WATERS - DAY

       The Spangler clears the iceberg and discovers--

       ANOTHER SHIP lies in wait, her bows aimed at the Spangler.

       The second ship surges forward.  She's the same size as the
       Spangler.  Her funnel has been shot away and she's suffered
       damage to her hull.  Now she wants revenge.


       INT. BRIDGE - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       Samms gazes in horror as the other ship bears down on him.

                             SAMMS
                 Hard left, engines full.

       A SAILOR spins the wheel.  Another SAILOR pulls levers to
       convey Samms' orders to the engine room.

       But it's too late.  The other ship is coming in too fast.


       EXT. USS SPANGLER - ARCTIC WATERS - DAY

       COLLISION.  The ramming ship hits the Spangler amidships and
       jams her bows into the Spangler's guts.


       INT. BRIDGE - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       SCREAMING MEN are thrown everywhere.  Their screams are
       matched by the protest of TWISTING METAL.  The bridge lurches
       and tilts.  Sailors slide down the desk.  Samms holds onto
       the compass binnacle.


       EXT. USS SPANGLER - ARCTIC WATERS - DAY

       The Spangler sinks fast.  The other ship goes down with her,
       they're locked together for all eternity.

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                                                                30.


       INT. BRIDGE - USS SPANGLER - DAY

       Samms shakes his fist at the other ship an instant before
       they submerge.  The windows SMASH OPEN and WATER gushes
       inside, sweeping Samms away.


       EXT. ARCTIC WATERS - DAY

       Foaming sea marks the graves of the two ships.


       EXT. CAMP - DAY

       Peters and Jones are sled pack leaders, Doug and Lomax link
       up behind them.  Alison looks uphappy despite being tucked
       up under furs.

                             JONES
                 Glad ya could join us.

                             PETERS
                 Nothing quite like a brisk walk in
                 the morning, that's what I say.

                             JONES
                 And thank you, Sergeant, for lending
                 us a hand in our hour of need.

                             LOMAX
                 Save your breath, Jonesey.  You'll
                 need it.

                             PETERS
                 You think maybe the Lieutenant will
                 get down off his high horse and do a
                 bit of pulling?

                             LOMAX
                 One more word out of you two jokers
                 and I swear--

                             JONES
                 You'll order us back to the ship?
                 No, please, not that.

                             PETERS
                 We'd rather stay here and freeze our
                 toes off, honest we would.

       Lomax chuckles.  Doug can't help but smile.

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                                                                31.


                             LOMAX
                      (to Doug)
                 U.S. Marines, son.  Water doesn't
                 bother us, sun doesn't bother us.
                      (to Peters & Jones)
                 A little bit of snow doesn't bother
                 us either, does it boys?

                             PETERS & JONES TOGETHER
                 No, Gunnery Sergeant.

                             LOMAX
                 What's that?

                             PETERS & JONES TOGETHER
                 NO, GUNNERY SERGEANT.

       Moore waves "forward!" and sets off with Franklin.

                             JONES
                 Dammit we're Marines not Cavalry--

                             LOMAX
                 One, two, three--

       They HEAVE together.  Doug pulls for all he's worth.  It
       gets easier once the sled starts moving.

       They leave the camp behind.

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