thing.
CONSTABLE ONE
Constable Crane? Ichabod Crane...
is that you?
The MAN turns. Meet ICHABOD CRANE, handsome, eyes piercing.
ICHABOD
Yes, it is me. But, not only me...
(lifting, struggling)
I found someone here...
He drags a bloated MALE CORPSE up from the murky water.
ICHABOD
Someone quite dead.
EXT. WATCHHOUSE/JAIL -- NIGHT
The elderly HIGH CONSTABLE lifts a blanket off the corpse on
a wheel
thing but death there.
People are dying all along the
river --
SISTER GENEVIEVE, a Belgian Catholic Nurse, approaches
from the Refugee camp. 40s, haggard, suffering
dehydration. She pushes past the Police, unafraid.
SISTER GENEVIEVE
(in French)
Etes-vous Doctor Johnson?
(in English)
-- I am Sister Genevieve from the
Yambuku Mission --
Johnson offers a bottle of Perrier -- Sister chugs it.
SISTER
thin, with the perpetually
surprised look of a woman whos had her eyes done more than
once, supervises the settings of the table.
She looks up and sees a little girl, CATHY, seven or eight
years old, wandering off down the beach.
MRS. BOWMAN
Cathy! Dont wander off!
Cathy keeps wandering.
MRS. BOWMAN (contd)
Cathy, come back! You can look for
shells right here!
Cathy gestures, pretending she cant
Things have changed a bit.
But look, Ill tell you what.
Ill take pairs off your hands.
For old times sake.
Hey, and this hurts.
Being a Forest fan giving
charity to a Northampton...
I mean, when I say charity
Im not... you know.
Imported from Slovakia.
Wanna know how much?
Harry. A Prices shoe
will last a man a lifetime.
Poor sod that buys these will be back
in ten months for new ones.
I know. An
thing, their faces soiled by soot as they throw objects of
WOOD and CLOTH into the fires.
THREE HORSEMEN ride into the village. Two of them we can see
clearly as large, powerful men with savage faces. The THIRD
MANS mans face is hidden from us in the shadows of a black
HOODED CAPE. He dismounts, motioning for the other two to wait
for him.
The Hooded Man walks though the village. The SOUND of
HAM
forest rises like some kind of primordial
soul: limitless and dark. With every step steam
whooshes from the nostrils of the horses.
The first wagon halts as a Praetorian Guard jogs back. He
straightens his tunic and helmet and raps on the wooden
door as the second wagon stops behind. The door swings
aside and another Praetorian Guard leans out.
1ST PRAETORIAN GUARD
Sir, we must be getting near.
I
thin, wiry character whose face seems to be permanently contorted into a twisted, mocking grin. There is something seedy and second-rate about his appearance, even as his clothing is flashier, gaudier and, finally, more vulgar than the others. A psychopathic jokester, whose pranks and "practical jokes" are only funny to him when they cause death and suffering to others, this is JAK-EL.
The fourth
thing.
Youre full of shit.
Stanley, would I shit you about something like that ?
You know, Mike,
theres times when nobody but a doctor can understand you.
Thats an omen, you know that ?
[ Mike ] We can have one great fucking hunting trip tonight.
[ Nick ] Mike, I dont know where you come up with all this.
- [ Steven ] Hey, wait a minute. - [ Truck Horn Honking ]
What ? Are you thinking of going d
think we should
cut ourselves with that knife.
Silence!
We are the flames of the fires,
the whirling of the 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.
Loya
forest, the complex web of waterways, the forbidding castle
at the core. It is vast and magical, frightening and compelling at
the same time. We would love to linger, perhaps fly lower and get a
better look at this wondrous place, but the bird flies on
3 EXT: GLADE - DAY
It is an idyllic setting, warm and inviting. The late afternoon sun
washes everything with a pink glow. Between the water and a