John White gently rocks the baby in his arms, his eyes looking down with a mixture of love and fear. The shadows of the fire dance wildly on the cabin walls behind him. The camera dollies in slowly toward his face, capturing a single tear reflecting the firelight before he looks up toward the door with a determined expression. Dialogue in this scene: John White: "A baby is born, but our food i...
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