EXT. MANOBO BLIT VILLAGE, MINDANAO - DAWN
The tiny settlement huddles in a dusty clearing, circled
Small shelters on stilts and covered with thatch appear
INT. DAFAL'S SHELTER
Early light pierces the woven walls. Traces patterns in
DAFAL, a toothless, wizened man in his 50's, rolls off his
Curiously, in this primitive setting, he wears bright red
Then he slaps a natty little grey fedora on his head.
He sharpens a long-bladed bolo knife against a flint
A SIZZLE as flesh meets flame.
EXT. MANOBO BLIT VILLAGE - DAY
The sun breaks over the mountains. Dissects the village
VILLAGERS climb down notched logs from their shelters and
The men dress in jeans and t-shirts. The women in skirts
Morning rush hour in Manobo Blit! Dogs BARK. A baby CRIES.
EXT. DAFAL'S SHELTER
Dafal climbs down. He's dressed in faded levis and a grey
He strikes out for the jungle.
EXT. RAIN FOREST
On razorback ridges high above Dafal, the tribal
-- passing the word from village to village.
GONG! GONG! GONG!
Dafal is swallowed in the lush, wet tangle of pristine
And always towering above -- the dense, suffocating canopy
Dafal advances up a ridge. Stops at the bottom of a rocky
He cuts saplings with his bolo. Sharpens bamboo spears.
lashes a spear to a sapling; bows it back; adds a trip
He touches the vine. The spear SLASHES along the jungle
He resets the trap. Covers it with leaves. Continues on
At midday, the sun penetrates the canopy in long,
Dafal glides along the forest floor, lithe and catlike. He
He stops cold. Kneels. Stares at something on the ground.
He springs up. Trails the prints into the forest.
Dafal squints into shadows. Strains to capture any unusual
A branch CRACKLES. A coffee-colored, muscular limb FLASHES
Dafal creeps closer.
Two YOUNG MEN in their late teens and a BOY, perhaps
The Boy turns. Gazes through the brush. His mouth opens in
The Boy SQUEALS. The strangers leap to their feet. Stand
The strangers stare with blank faces across time and
He moves in. Cautiously. Offers a long, gleaming bolo
The Boy reaches for a leaf pouch on the ground. Takes out
The Boy hands the stone to Dafal.
INT. BUREAU OFFICE, MANILA - DAY (mid 80's)
A chic, stylized logo on the wall identifies the offices
A glassed-in editing room JABBERS with 'chipmunk' voices
TITLE OVER: "Several Years Later"
LESLIE SHAW is on the phone. She's mid-30's, spirited and
She glances at monitors in the editing bay. Displays of
The Editor nods.
JOCK McFARLAND pops his head in. He's English, 50's,
He notices her 'costume'.
Leslie slams down the phone.
INT. CAB - MOVING - DAY
Jock and Leslie ride in back.
The cab swerves around a group of PROTESTORS in the middle
In the distance, shots RING off the buildings. Leslie and
EXT. STREET, METRO MANILA - DAY
The familiar brightly-colored jeepneys ROAR up and down
A band of STUDENTS marches in a circle. They carry signs
The cab pulls up as RODDY and HYUN set up camera and sound
Leslie joins them. Takes notes. Jock sneaks a few shots
Hyun and Roddy stop shooting. Raise their hands in the air
She punches the record button on the Betacam. A few
Hyun and Roddy wave their press passes like flags of
Jock keeps shooting furiously. He looks up to see a
The Commander's eyes dart about -- coming to rest on the
Showing off for his Commander, the Young Trooper grimly
The Young Trooper pries the tape from the machine with his
He pulls her folded arms roughly to her sides. A black
The RATTLE of safety bolts being released echoes across
A long, very tense beat. Jock sneaks a solemn glance at
The door of the Mercedes pops open. MANUEL MIRANDA, JR.
He's followed by INO BARTANA, armed with a Swiss HK
Manuel's a charming, handsome Filipino in his 40's with
The Commander nods, knowingly. Manuel returns to the car,
EXT. MALACANANG PALACE, MANILA - DUSK
Special FORCES outfitted with automatic weapons secure the
INT. MALACANANG PALACE, BALLROOM
The glittering elite of Manila SOCIETY are assembled at
The room is ringed with armed GUARDS. Manuel addresses the
Jock and Leslie huddle at a table in back with other
In contrast with her earlier 'scruffy' camouflage look,
Jock's very cagey about this. He just grins.