measures, perhaps regrettable...
...perhaps not, theres much in the Church
which needs reformation, Thomas.
All right, regrettable.
But necessary to get us an heir.
Now, explain how you, as a councillor
of England, can obstruct these measures...
...for the sake
of your own private conscience.
I think that when statesmen forsake
their own private conscience...
...for the sake of their public dutie
Wind blows through the desolation, keening with the sound of ten million dead souls. It scurries the ashes into drifts, stark white in the moonlight against the charred rubble.
A TITLE CARD FADES IN:
"LOS ANGELES, July 11, 2029"
ANGLE ON A HEAP OF FIRE-BLACKENED HUMAN BONES
Beyond the mound is a vast tundra of skulls and shattered concrete. The rush hour crowd burned down in their tracks.
DISSOLV
NOTE: Aerial dialogue in caps is UHF radio; plane to plane, plane to carrier. Aerial dialogue in small case is ICS; an inter-cockpit system; a live mike, heard by pilot and RIO only.
EXT. NIGHT
THE PACIFIC IS ANYTHING BUT WINDS HOWL. Rain drives horizontal. The sea surges up, nearly to the flight deck of the Aircraft Carrier USS Kitty Hawk. The carrier plunges, driving its bow into a wall of gre
measure.
Here, one price, ten pound.
- Did you say ten pound?
- Are you deaf?
Bargain. Ill take one.
Squeeze in. Left leg, right leg.
They call it walking.
You want one, darling?
Thats it, theyre waking up.
Treat the wife -
treat somebody elses wife.
Its more fun
if you dont get caught.
You want one?
Show me a bit of life, then.
Its no good standing
like one oclock half struck.
These are not stol
wind.
Lay me alongside at pistol-shot.
Sharpshooters to the tops, Mr Howard.
Sergeant! Take your section
into the main top.
We stand tall on the quarterdeck, son.
All of us.
- Mr Boyle, run up the colours.
- Aye, sir.
Note for the log, Mr Watt.
"Engaged enemy frigate at six bells."
- Straight at em, Mr Mowett.
- Straight at em, sir.
Bill!
Leave the swords!
Get the captains silver below.
Shes not
wind up
at the Stevens Institute, Al?
I thought you wanted
to be a biologist.
There are enough scientists
in the world, son.
Engineers
are what society needs now.
I, um--
I had one of the old fits again.
I tried to stop it.
Any habit which causes the sex fluid
to be discharged must be resisted.
Doctors link it to
an assortment of illnesses...
including insanity,
blindness, epilepsy...
even death.
wind, a blast of Arabic music
that disappears behind him... Hes LOWELL BERGMAN. On the
other side of the man in the tired suit is a lanky Man with a
voltmeter around his neck, NORMAN.
EXT. THE BEQAA VALLEY, BAALBEK, LEBANON - DAY
The Jeep races up narrow winding streets of a Lebanese
village. Its shadowed by a Jeep in front, and in back, each
carrying personnel armed with AKs and a few RPGs... An
wind comes
up, through the wind a VOICE is heard distantly, or is it the
wind itself:
VOICE (V.O.)
... Yes.
Parrish blinks, has he heard something, has he not, he is
not sure, he releases his arm, his grimace of pain fades,
the discomfort seems momentarily to have subsided.
He rises now, crosses to the bathroom. As he pees, a breeze
outside the window, the wind again, but then the Voice comes
up:
winds.
We are the waters of the rains
and the rivers and the oceans.
We are the rocks and the stones.
And now, by the power
invested in me, I declare...
...we are the mighty
Ya-Ya priestesses.
Let no man put us under.
Now our blood flows through each other
as its done for all eternity.
Loyal forever.
We raise our voices
in the words of mumbo gumbo.
- Ya-Ya!
- Ya-Ya!
My mother.
What can I say abou
measure.
- Know why youre assigned to G Company?
- No, sir.
I pulled a few strings. Im the regimental
boxing coach, you know.
Yes, sir.
I saw your fight with Connors in the Bowl
year before last. You should have won.
Thank you, sir.
Our regiment got beaten in the finals
last December, but I mean to win this year.
All Ive needed is a top middleweight.
Im sorry, sir. I quit fighting.
Quit fighting?