protective gloves, Jerome opens the liquid-nitrogen
cooled refrigerator. A cloud of condensed water vapor billows
out. Revealed inside the fridge are racks of labelled jars and
silicon pouches - some containing a yellowish liquid, some a
deep, red liquid.
In front of one of the jars is a handwritten shopping list -
"TRUFFLES, CIGS, VODKA". Jerome smiles to himself as he
retrieves the note
cabinet. He takes out an armload of files,
carries them to a wastebasket and throws them in. He sits on
his desk, as if exhausted by his effort, pours from a whiskey
bottle into a large water glass, downs the glass. He has been
drinking for some time. He starts -- stumbling back to the
file cabinet. On the way his eye is caught by his degrees
hanging on the wall. He stumbles to them, picks the
tube down his throat.
But he is alert,
and he is improving.
One of the achievements
Im most proud of is...
to be where Im at
in this business today...
after everything
that Ive been through.
You know, I can honestly say
Im blessed.
Theres all kind of folks
that was just negative...
when it came to Marty.
- I remember that shit.
- Right.
Well. We still here.
and they can run tell that.
Runteldat.
water out of your
cooler?
Ganz leans on his hoe, speaks as Billy passes...
GANZ
Maybe you shoulda stole a better
truck, Tonto.
BILLY
You got a real big mouth, convict.
BRADY
Its okay, chief. Hes just
joking...
BILLY
How about the water...
GANZ
Firewater, Tonto? Is that what
you...
Billy whirls, swings at Ganz. Both men roll to the ground.
BRADY
Hey! Jesus Christ!
THE OTHER GUARDS
Seeing the commo
water.
Throwing the spear.
Breaking the sword.
Raising the body.
Horse replacing bird.
Ill teach you all these styles...
but I forbid you to use them for money.
Do you understand, Bak Tim?
I understand, Pra Kroo.
Good.
He has gone.
You said you understood. Really?
There is a story that...
Pra Kroo learnt this boxing...
from the ancient books.
Then Pra Kroo wanted a challenge.
He went into the box
waterfall whose face is frozen solid.
Pushing in still closer, there is a tiny black dot inching its way up
the ice. A human figure. This is:
JAMES BOND, BRITISH SECRET SERVICE AGENT, 007.
Bond is sweating and straining, four hundred feet in the air. He has
an ice-pick tethered to each hand, ice-cleats on his boots. A black
backpack. As he climbs, spider-like, pulling himself up, he goes to
JAM A
Stars in the black of space. PAN DOWN to sapphire blue sky, the brighter stars still shining through. Its Arctic midnight, the weak sun tiny on the distant horizon. We skim along the water, in and around looming glacial cliffs-- The top of an iceberg pushes through the waters surface. Carved into the ice is a single mammoth word:
G o d z i l l a
We continue past, along the ocean, and discover:
waters
of the awesomely cavernous and creepy sewer, softly
surfing its sides.
6 INT. A DARK LAIR--NIGHT 6
The resilient carriage spews from a gaping pipe into a
moat of water that surrounds a vast patch of snow and
ice that is the centerpiece of a dark and mysterious
lair.
The carriage rides a gentle wave onto the sanctuarys
arctic island, into a patch of light. From out of the
darkness of the la
slide moves along. arriving under a long-lensed microscope.
IN MICROSCOPIC PERSPECTIVE, a thin needle pierces the bug and delicately removes a fragment of tissue.
PINCERS snare the fragment, dropping it into a narrow tube. The tube SPINS, faster and faster until it is a BLUR on the screen.
THE SCREEN FLOODS with an INFRA-RED LIGHT. Gray, oval shapes rock in a neutral mist.
WASH OUT TO:
HOT SUN
water bodies...maximum
terrain, 220 meters over mean surface...
largely cinder and gypsum with some
evaporite deposits....
JETTISON DOORS CLOSE behind Owens, segregating him from the
passenger compartment. It scares him for a new reason.
OWENS
Fry? Whatre you doing?
INT. FLIGHT DECK - DAY
Fry flips up a new security-latch. INTERCUTTING:
OWENS
Fry?
FRY
Cant get my nose down...too much load
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