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MOVIES YOU WILL SEE/The Journey of Natty Gann/Part 23

THE JOURNEY OF NATTY GANN
by
Jeanne Rosenberg

EXT TRAIN TRESTLE DAWN

Natty and The Wolf make their way down the train tracks toward a deep gorge with a swift running river below.

They move cautiously, one step at a time, over the towering railroad bridge and trestle, crossing to the other side just as the dawn fades into day.

EXT RAILROAD TRACKS DAY

Natty and The Wolf follow the railroad tracks. The Wolf sniffs the air and grows cautious. He crouches low as he moves forward.

Natty imitates him, creeping low to the ground and smelling the air. She notices the wisps of smoke rising in the distance.

EXT HOBO JUNGLE DAY

Natty lies on her bel1y, watching from her hiding place in the grass.

There are groups of HOBOS gathered around makeshift shelters of old cardboard and scrap wood. This is a large camp. There must be 60 or 70 guys here.

While Natty watches, one man starts a fight with another man. They pull knives from their ragged pockets and circle each other, jabbing menacingly. Finally a third man breaks them up.

These are tattered, desperate men with little hope and fewer resources. Natty will have to be careful here. A nervous shiver runs down her spine.

Her eyes track the rest of the camp. She sees one fellow camped apart from the others. His back is turned to her. There’s a can of beans cooking over his fire. She can almost taste those beans already.

She inches her way through the grass, keeping out of sight. She gets close to the lone hobo and watches for her chance.

When he moves away from the fire to gather more wood, she makes her move.

She rushes forward and grabs the beans. Before she makes it back to the safety of the tall grass, a hand tightens on the collar of her jacket.

She struggles to get away. She kicks and swings her free arm.

        NATTY
Let go of me!

But the hobo doesn’t let go.

        HARRY
They’re mine.

Natty looks at the hobo’s face for the first time. It’s Harry from her first boxcar ride. Her mouth almost drops open in surprise.

        NATTY
I know you.

Harry holds out his empty hand, waiting for the beans.

        HARRY
Hand them over.

Reluctantly Natty hands the beans to Harry. He lets go of her jacket and returns to his fire, sitting with his back to her, ignoring her.

She watches him closely.

        NATTY
You helped me. In Chicago.
Remember ?

        HARRY
Nice way of paying back.

        NATTY
I didn’t know it was you.

        HARRY
Doesn’t make it right.

Natty shrugs. She looks around the camp, at the other hobos, looking for another chance

        HARRY
I wouldn’t try it.

Natty shrugs again. She stares at Harry then at the can of beans beginning to bubble over his fire. Her mouth starts to water.

        HARRY
Got a spoon?

Natty shakes her head no.

Harry shoots her a look of disgust, pitches his spoon to her and nods at the beans.

        HARRY
Go on.

Natty hesitates, a hard, suspicious look crossing her face.

        NATTY
What do I have to do for it?

        HARRY
Just eat the damn beans Kid.

Natty gulps down the beans with Harry’s spoon. The wolf pushes his way through the grass and lies on his belly.

        NATTY
Where the hell were you? I
could’ve been killed.

The Wolf WHINES and curls back his lips. Natty shrugs and turns to Harry as she scratches The Wolf’s ears.

        NATTY
We’re going to Washington.

Harry eyes The Wolf disapprovingly and shakes his head.

        HARRY
It’s hard enough without packing
a dog.

        NATTY
He’s a wolf.

        HARRY
Oh that’s even better.

        NATTY
We can take care of ourselves.

        HARRY
Yeah, I see that…But hey,
you’re not my worry. I go
alone. No partners.
‘Specially not a girl.

        NATTY
Well nobody asked you.

        HARRY
Good. Don’t.

        NATTY
I won’t!

The wolf jumps quickly to his feet, stares at the far side of the woods and GROWLS. The fur around his neck stands on end.

Natty drops the spoon in the can and searches through the woods anxiously.

        NATTY
Did you hear that?

        HARRY
What ?

        NATTY
Something’s out there. He
always knows. He can hear the
clouds rolling by. That’s what
Charlie says.

Harry listens hard. He tenses, like The Wolf. Then he rolls onto the balls of his feet and quickly gathers his few things.

        HARRY
Beat it Kid.

        NATTY
Why?. . .

But there’s no time for an answer as Harry streaks into the shadows of the woods.

Natty watches curiously as The Wolf GROWLS and paces. She backs slowly toward the edge of the woods, backs slowly toward the edge of the woods, pulling The Wolf with her.

Suddenly there’s a chorus of SCREAMS and YELLS. A possee of LEGIONNAIRES in caps, carrying baseball bats, sweeps into the far side of the camp.

The hobos scatter frantically.

Natty takes off, running into the woods with The Wolf at her side.

END Part 23

Part 24 Monday. (Hopefully, maybe Tuesday!)

A script analysis of her favorite childhood novel – written as a USC class assignment – led Jeanne Rosenberg to her first Hollywood writing assignment on The Black Stallion. Switching from documentary filmmaker to narrative screenwriter, Jeanne studied her craft while working as a script supervisor on numerous films before completing her first original screenplay, The Journey of Natty Gann. She has been writing as well as producing and directing ever since. In addition, Jeanne has taught graduate screenwriting at USC and National University.

MOVIES YOU WILL SEE/The Journey of Natty Gann/Part 22

THE JOURNEY OF NATTY GANN
by
Jeanne Rosenberg

INT TRUCK DAY

Natty sits in the passenger seat next to Buzz. She looks through the rear window at The Wolf, who paces anxiously in the bed of the truck and SNARLS at Buzz.

        NATTY
He doesn’t like it back there.

        BUZZ
He’ll get used to it.

Buzz offers Natty some fruit in a paper sack.

        BUZZ
Help yourself.

Natty takes a piece and eats it hungrily. She smiles her thanks as the fruit juice rolls down her chin.

        BUZZ
You live around here?

        NATTY
Passing through.

        BUZZ
By yourself?

        NATTY
Me and him.

        BUZZ
Just the two of you, huh?

Buzz smiles to himself, a sick smile that looks more like a leer.

He fingers the steering wheel nervously, anxiously. His eyes dart across the road, searching for something. He sneaks a glance at Natty.

At a crossroad, he turns off the main highway and drives down a smaller road. Natty watches curiously.

        NATTY
Is this the right way?

        BUZZ
Shortcut. Save hours on this
road.

Natty nods her head. But she’s beginning to feel uneasy.

Buzz shoves the bag of fruit onto the floor.

        BUZZ
Here. Slide over. Get relaxed.

Natty hugs the door, watching from the corner of her eye.

        NATTY
I’m alright.

Buzz stretches his arm along the back of the seat and rests his hand behind Natty’s head.

The Wolf’s eyes bore into Buzz. His SNARL grows more
threatening.

        BUZZ
Go on. Don’t be shy.

        NATTY
You sure this is the right way?

Buzz turns to Natty with his sick, leering smile. His hand leaves the back of the seat and moves to the top of her head. He strokes her hair with his gnarly, calloused fingers. She tenses.

        NATTY
Hey…Cut it out.

The Wolf presses his nose against the window and SNARLS viciously. His lips curl back to bare his sharp fangs.

        BUZZ
Come here.

Buzz grips Natty’s shoulder.

        NATTY
Let go creep!

Suddenly Buzz grabs the back of Natty’s neck and pulls her roughly to him.

The Wolf rages in the back, GROWLING and SNARLING and pawing furiously at the rear window.

Natty pulls away and wrenches free.

        BUZZ
You’re going to like me. You’ll
see.

He reaches for her again but she lashes out like a hellcat, scratching and biting and kicking. She tears at his face with her fingernails. She spits in his eyes.

The truck SCREECHES and swerves, lurching violently from one side of the road to the other.

The Wolf crashes his massive shoulder into the rear window. It SHATTERS into a million pieces. He leaps into the cab, his jaws SNAPPING at the hated Buzz.

Natty pulls the latch on the passenger door. It flies open and BANGS against the truck.

She gathers her courage and jumps through the opening.

EXT ROAD DAY

Natty lands with a hard THUD on the roadway and scrapes across the rocky ground.

The wolf leaps from the speeding truck and races back to her. He nudges her motionless body.

Slowly she starts to move again. With one hand on The Wolf, she pulls herself to her feet. She stares down the road at the disappearing Buzz, a hard look in her eye and her jaw clenched tight.

INT SEATTLE BAR DUSK

Sol sits alone with a bottle of whiskey and a glass. Rain beats down on the window outside. Natty’s wallet rests on the table in front of him.

There’s an empty, raw feeling in his gut and it shows in his eyes.

He swallows one drink and pours another, mumbling to himself.

        SOL
It’s my own damn fault. I never
should have left her there.

A WOMAN watches him from across the room. She slides off her bar stool and approaches him, her walk slow and suggestive.

She stares down from across the table.

        WOMAN
Need a friend?

He looks up at her and shrugs enigmatically, a thin, ironic smile curling the corner of his mouth.


END Part 22
Part 23 Monday. (Hopefully, maybe Tuesday!)

A script analysis of her favorite childhood novel – written as a USC class assignment – led Jeanne Rosenberg to her first Hollywood writing assignment on The Black Stallion. Switching from documentary filmmaker to narrative screenwriter, Jeanne studied her craft while working as a script supervisor on numerous films before completing her first original screenplay, The Journey of Natty Gann. She has been writing as well as producing and directing ever since. In addition, Jeanne has taught graduate screenwriting at USC and National University.