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“Arrow To The Moon”

Written by Amardeep Singh Kaleka

LOGLINE

A Cherokee princess longs to become Chief despite her gender set back.

SYNOPSIS

In 1838, Otakhi, the young daughter of Chief Haan De of the Cherokee nation, wants to defiantly take part in the warrior’s right of passage.  This difficult task of surviving alone in the forest is reserved for only boys becoming men.  Her father loses in his attempt to dissuade her partially because after the death of his eldest son, she is the only child he has left.  Thus, he finally gives in to what seems to be her foolish desire.  However, in the end, Otakhi’s wish is not foolish at all; but instead, her destiny.
 
Since she is away from her village for a full month, she gains strength, intelligence, and courage through trials in the forest.  After her first pipe and offering of her first kill, she has visions brought on the wings of the silver Eagle: she sees destruction of her home and the death of her people.  Otakhi immediately returns home to find it destroyed and her people long gone on what will become labeled ‘The Trail of Tears’.  And as her visions revealed, she becomes the only female Chief in the history of the Cherokee nation as her father was brutally murdered.  At the end, she picks up his headdress and with a tear in her eyes, places it rightfully so on her own head.

SCRIPT FOLLOWS

SCRIPT NOTE: ALL DIALOGUE IS A TRANSLATION OF THE CHEROKEE LANGUAGE PUT FORTH BY SEQUOYAH GUESS IN THE EARLY 1800S.

FADE IN:

EXT. FOREST - DAY - MORNING - 1838

In the first light of the sun, a four point buck nibbles on grass that shoulders a slim creek.

                                                               OTAHKI (V.O.)
                                            The white man leaves his bible out
                                            in the rain and wind. Soon the
                                            paper is destroyed and the words
                                            disappear.

Otahki (14), a young and very androgenous Cherokee girl, moves stealthily closer to the deer. If you hadn’t been told she was a young woman, you would have never known.

                                                             OTAHKI (CONT’D)
                                            My people?
                                                  (beat)
                                            Our bible is the rain and wind.

The wind howls as she moves closer to a better vantage point behind several shrubs. Otahki steps on a twig and the deer perks his head... they both freeze.

The buck returns to the grass. Otahki remains still, her tense muscles quiver: she’s gotten as close as she’s going to get. The deer looks up again.

Otahki closes her striking eyes, and then starts to lift her bow and arrow to the ready position.

Before she can get it half way up, another twig snaps... and the deer, without hesitation, disappears into the morning mist.

She throws her weapon on the ground and pouts. It is here that we can see her true age: fourteen.

                                                            QAUTIE (PRE LAP V.O.)
                                            Women do not hunt, Otahki. Those
                                            are things for men, not you. Why
                                            do I have to keep explaining
                                            myself?

EXT. CHEROKEE VILLAGE - DAY - FLASHBACK

QAUTIE (30), Otahki’s strong faced mother, wicker basket in hand, walks away from her daughter. Otahki is looking toward a rolling open field, letting her imagination run wild. Her mother picks berries from a nearby shrub.

                                                                  QAUTIE
                                            Are you listening to me?

Otahki runs over to help her mother.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                                  (she’s heard this before)
                                            Yes mother. Men can hunt because
                                            they are stronger, faster.
                                                  (beat)
                                            Women pick the berries because they
                                            are smarter.

She goes about picking the berries with her mother. Qautie smiles at her daughter.

                                                                  QAUTIE
                                            One day you will understand more
                                            than I can tell you. And that day
                                            is coming soon, I fear.

Otahki smiles at her mother: that day is here.

EXT. FOREST - DAY

Under the blazing sun, all alone, Otahki picks berries from shrubs. She is meticulous about which berries she chooses, knowing if she picks the wrong one, she will earn a stomach ache.

As it gets warm, she wipes off sweat and takes off her heavy, outermost layer of fabric. Underneath, she is wearing a piece of white cloth that sticks to her skin.

This is the first time we can tell she is a young lady as her callow breasts push on the front of her garment. She continues to pick the berries.

EXT. CHEROKEE TEEPEE - DAY – FLASHBACK

Otahki with the same garment on and her outer most fabric slung over her shoulder approaches her home.

She walks with SAJNA, a shirtless Cherokee boy that is equal to her in height, weight, and age. They are counterparts to say the least.

He pushes her playfully and then runs away. She is about to run after him when she is stopped:

                                                                 HAAN DE
                                            Otahki! Come here.

Otahki stops dead in her tracks. Without turning around, she quickly puts her outer garment back on as if she was doing something wrong.

HAAN DE (41), Otahki’s menacing father, stands six foot five inches tall in front of the teepee. He is the village chief as we can tell by his headdress. It is a colorful blend of feathers and beads.

INT. OTAHKI’S TEE PEE - MOMENTS LATER

Otahki walks in with her head down, Haan De follows her in and closes the flap. She sits down in the pouting position. Haan De stands.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            I know. I know father.

Haan De sits down. He says nothing through his bold face. Otahki looks up at him and then back down.

                                                               OTAHKI (CONT’D)
                                            I’m sorry. I should never show
                                            myself like that again. It is
                                            improper for a girl.

She looks back up, trying to squeeze some sympathy out of the hard man. Nothing comes of it.

                                                               OTAHKI (CONT’D)
                                            You are the Chief of our village
                                            and when your daughter runs around
                                            with her clothes off, I embarrass
                                            you.

She looks up again, maybe she got the right answer this time. Haan De’s face softens and a small smile cracks the stone wall.

                                                                 HAAN DE
                                            Otahki. The problem is not with my
                                            position.
                                                 (takes off his headdress)
                                            I am not ashamed of you. I will
                                            never be ashamed of you.

Otahki smiles.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            Then how come the young boys walk around
                                            with no shirts, bare back, in the
                                            hot sun. And me. When I get hot...?

                                                                 HAAN DE
                                            Then, you should come inside in the
                                            shade with your mother.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            Father! I want to play outside. I
                                            want to hunt. I want to fight. I
                                            want to someday... I want to
                                            someday take your place.

Haan De smiles. He motions for Otahki to come sit on his lap. She does.

                                                                 HAAN DE
                                            Your spirit is bigger than your
                                            body can possibly grow.
                                                  (beat)
                                            Since your older brother died, I
                                            knew you would be this way.

He takes a moment to think and reflect.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            I’m sorry.

                                                                 HAAN DE
                                            No, you aren’t. And you will never
                                            be. Don’t be ashamed of what you
                                            are.
                                                  (beat)
                                            If you want to someday be Chief,
                                                  (he picks up his headdress)
                                            You have to pass through the first
                                            rite.

She looks at him in shock that he just said this.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            You mean...the first... rite.

                                                                 HAAN DE
                                            Do you think you can make it?

Otahki locks eyes with her father and smiles. Of course she can.

EXT. FOREST - DAY – SUNSET

As the sun slips under the sky, Otahki is trudging almost endlessly through a broad field. In her hand is the makeshift basket with the berries in it.

EXT. OTAHKI’S CAMPGROUND - LATER

The sun is gone and the night sky brings a brisk breeze. Otahki sits down with her berries.

As she ravages the berries, her hunger overbearing, we can feel the cold moving in. Her face and hands are dirty, her nose is running from the cold. Simply said, she is a mess.

Her teeth chatter as she finishes off the berries. She looks around for dry twigs and branches. She gets up to gather some.

EXT. OTAHKI’S CAMPGROUND - MOMENTS LATER

Otahki has gathered a pile of dry leaves, twigs and branches. She quickly cuts a notch out of a larger piece of wood. Then, she puts a string onto a curved branch, now resembling a small bow.

She moves quickly, wrapping the string around another sharpened stake. Her whole body is now shivering as she puts her hands together on the stake. She rubs her hands together, spinning the stake into the notch of the larger piece of wood: the tight string enhancing the friction.
Nothing happens as she tries harder and harder. The cold is still apparent in her breath. She stops, maybe a little frazzled by the whole experience.

She looks up and then tries again.

We see the friction of the sticks in the notched hole.

MATCH CUT TO:

EXT. FIELD - DAY – FLASHBACK

The sticks are making friction in the notched hole. We see Sajna standing behind Otahki as she rubs harder and harder. Still nothing happening.

                                                                   SAJNA
                                            Faster. Come on.
                                                 (beat)
                                            Faster!

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            Sajna, this is fast.

                                                                   SAJNA
                                            If that’s the fastest you can go,
                                            then forget the first rite. You
                                            won’t survive one night in the
                                            cold.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            My hands are starting to hurt.

                                                                   SAJNA
                                            Don’t be such a woman!

Otahki stops.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            What did you say?

                                                                   SAJNA
                                            Don’t be weak. Give me those. I’ll
                                            show you.

He tries to grab the sticks, but she will not give them up.

                                                                OTAHKI
                                            If I’m so weak, then take them from
                                            me.

Otahki smiles and Sajna smiles back, they both know what is going to happen:

                                                                   SAJNA
                                            Fine.

Sajna launches himself at Otahki. She defends herself and they wrestle and tumble over and over.

For a moment, Sajna gets on top of her and seemingly pins her down.

                                                           SAJNA (CONT’D)
                                            I win again. Now give me the
                                            sticks.

                                                                 OTAHKI
                                            You never realized...?

                                                                   SAJNA
                                            What?

Otahki reaches down and grabs his foot. She twists the ankle and flips him over like the rag doll he is.

                                                                  OTAHKI
                                            ... That I always let you win.

Otahki and Sajna are breathing heavy. Both their faces grow serious as she is on top of him with her a mess.

She dims her eyes and Sajna’s face tightens. Otahki starts to bend down into a romantic kiss, when all of the sudden... Sajna pushes her off and gets up. She remains on the ground as he stands over her.

                                                                   SAJNA
                                            You let me win!

Otahki, in shock over the turn of events, remains quiet.

Sajna picks up the sticks, his pride is hurt.

                                                              SAJNA (CONT’D)
                                            If you’re so strong, then learn it
                                            by yourself.

He throws the sticks closer to where Otahki lay on the ground and walks away angry.

Otahki picks up the sticks.

CUT TO:

EXT. OTAHKI’S CAMPGROUND - NIGHT

Otahki is rubbing the sticks together and her face grows more and more serious. This is a matter of life and death.

She keeps rubbing and beads of sweat form on her brow. And then it happens: smoke starts to rise from the sticks. She digs deeper and keeps rubbing. Finally, a spark forms and a little piece of fire ignites in the notch.

She carefully puts it closer to the dry leaves and sticks. Little by little, the pile catches fire as she blows onto it. Otahki, with beads of sweat glistening on her brow, lets a relaxed smile wash over her face.

Close up on the fire burning. A drum beats in the distance.

MATCH CUT TO:

EXT. SHAMAN TEE PEE - DAY - SUNSET - FLASHBACK

Otahki is seated cross-legged with her parents behind her. In front of them is a fire; and on the other side, the SHAMAN Priest is standing. He takes his seat.

                                                                   SHAMAN
                                            This is the ceremony of the first
                                            rite. You must be blessed by our
                                            hands, our eyes, and our spirits in
                                            order to survive one full moon in
                                            the black forest alone only with
                                            the wise eagle that watches over
                                            you. This is the first rite of
                                            passing into manhood...hmm, hmm.
                                            Into adulthood.

Otahki looks up at the Shaman who has his eyes closed. She turns to look at her parents. Qautie has her head down and seems to be making her own prayer. Haan De looks up at his daughter and nods with pride.

EXT. RIVER - DAY - MONTAGE

Otahki is bathing in the river. Her body is a black silhouette against the intense sunlight that shimmers off each ripple in the clear water.

                                                                   SHAMAN (V.O)
                                            It is in this forest that you will
                                            find a cleansing beyond all
                                            cleansings. It is in this forest
                                            you will find an independence
                                            beyond all independence. It is in
                                            this forest, you will find your
                                            true path.

EXT. FOREST - DAY - MONTAGE

Otahki is putting together a trap for small game in the middle of the forest floor. She uses the berries she picked earlier for bait.

                                                                   HAAN DE (V.O.)
                                            One trap will never be enough.
                                            Patience is your only friend.

EXT. VILLAGE - DAY - FLASHBACK

Haan De shows his daughter how to build the same trap. She does her best to copy and learn his manner. He doesn’t touch one stick with his hands, only cloth, and he covers his mouth with a scarf.

                                                                   HAAN DE
                                            Don’t come too close to the trap,
                                            the smell of a human will force all
                                            the animals away. Once the trap is
                                            set, do not come back to it for at
                                            least one full day.

She smiles at him.

EXT. FOREST - DAY - MONTAGE

Otahki is checking multiple traps on the ground: nothing. She covers her mouth with a cloth and uses a large leaf to check the traps. She continues walking and checking.

Finally, she comes to one and smiles. Inside is a trapped rabbit.

EXT. OTAHKI’S CAMPGROUND - DAY - MONTAGE

Otahki puts together a shelter area under an already existing tree. She uses large branches, leaves, and mud to make the basic structure.

                                                                QAUTIE (V.O.)
                                            You can only use this type of
                                            branch and leaf.

EXT. VILLAGE - DAY - FLASHBACK

Qautie shows her daughter how to build the shelter area with attention to careful detail. Otahki watches and learns intently.

                                                                   QAUTIE
                                            We use these branches because
                                            insects do not like it’s sap.
                                            The leaves are bitter to the taste
                                            of any animal.

Otahki nods her head.

EXT. OTAHKI’S CAMPGROUND - NIGHT - MONTAGE

Otahki lays underneath the finished shelter area. Outside is a rain storm. She wraps herself with a blanket made of new rabbit hides. She is weaving together a ‘dreamcatcher’.

                                                                QAUTIE (V.O.)
                                            This is the most important thing
                                            for you to make.

INT. OTAHKI’S TEE PEE - NIGHT

Qautie is showing her daughter how to put the dreamcatcher together. Otahki watches intently.

                                                                   QAUTIE
                                            This will protect you from evil
                                            dreams, only allowing healthy ones
                                            into your head.

EXT. OTAHKI’S CAMPGROUND - NIGHT - MONTAGE

Drops of rain water travel down multiple long sticks and land in a wooden cup that sits just outside the shelter. Otahki puts her dreamcather above her new home and then reaches for the wooden cup.

Otahki drinks the refreshing rain water.

(CONTINUED)