road links Nariman Point to Babulnath and Malabar Hill. Marine Drive is situated over reclaimed land facing west-south-west. The bay is part of the Arabian Sea.
The official name for this road, though rarely used, is : Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose Road. It was earlier known as Sonapur to local Marathi people. The highlight of Marine drive is the beautiful promenade 
road gang.
BILLY BEAR
Takes off his hat, puts on a baseball cap and sunglasses...
BILLY
Get ready to duck.
Ganz dives for the floor. Three police cars go by, sirens
blaring, lights flashing. They pass the road gang. Ganz
reappear, smiles...
GANZ
You know something? Im having a
real good time.
HIGHWAY
The station wagon blasts down the pavement... Becomes a small
dot on the landscape.
TRANSITION.
A
lightly, surprised.
She opens the car door and quickly escapes.
EXT. ROAD
She runs away from the car, down the road, very upset.
INT. CAR
Rod catches himself. He looks at his bloodied face in the rear view mirror
and realizes what hes done.
He starts up the car.
EXT. ROAD
Stacy runs down the road alone, still very upset.
INT. CAR
Rod pulls up next to her and rolls down his window.
ROD
Stacy! Im s
roads, bridges, dams.
Theres just
no sign of civilization.
Sir, were being radar-scanned.
- Can you zero on it?
- No, sir.
It seems to emanate from
an area of about miles square.
Twenty miles square?
Bosun, pass the alert.
Combat stations. Blaster men,
activate your scopes.
Radio contact, sir.
Theres a voice.
- Human?
- It sounds like it.
Boost it.
Spaceship, identify yourself.
Youre being tracke
light. AERIAL SHOT of a post rider galloping
along a road through peaceful untamed woodlands. Soaring
old-growth elms arch over riverside maples along the
shores of the gently curving, deep-water Santee River.
SUPERIMPOSITION:
SOUTH CAROLINA
April, 1776
The post rider rides along a raised swamp road. On either
side of the road, gorgeous shafts of sunlight pierce the
canopy falling onto soft, sway
road and lays on the horn.
BOBBY
Get off the goddamn road!
EXT. DESERT ROAD - DAY
As the MUSTANG powers by, the VULTURES move off the shoulder,
silently watching.
INT. MUSTANG - DAY
The RADIO blares as BOBBY fights to stay awake. His attention is
caught by blue and red lights flashing in the oncoming lane. He
sits up as the POLICE CAR (SHERIFF POTTER inside) closes
quickly. The SIREN starts faint
lights.
Ron, no swearing over the air. Whats going on?
I gotta get the car off the road.
Whats the damage?
Shes buggered my tail lights. I aint legal.
Is the car mobile? - Driveable, yeah.
Just come back to base. - I cant do that, Neville.
Come back to base and get it done tomorrow.
No, I gotta do it now.
Listen, dont mess me about. Im short of drivers.
Neville, fuck off.
How much, then?
Overnigh
road a half-mile from the chateau, whose
lights are visible through the trees.
Faisil jumps in and goes to the eyepiece of a huge telephoto
nightvision scope. The eerie green image lurches as he sweeps
the grounds, locating the boathouse.
6 EXT. BOATHOUSE - NIGHT
Concealed in the shadows, Harry is shucking out of his drysuit.
Underneath is he is wearing black tux pants, suspenders,
cummerbund and
road, whats the first thing youre
gonna do.
RUDY
Aint there yet.
NICK
Three days, man.
RUDY
Not yet.
NICK
Fuckin Christmas, man. Fuckin,
Christmas on the outs.
Dozens of uniformed INMATES wander the yard, stamping feet, hands
tucked away, breath frosting. Nick tries to light his cig, but the
wind plays havoc. Nick curses, tosses it.
RUDY
Hot chocolate.
NICK
What?
RUDY
Get a hot mug of chocolate.
Light creeps into the scene, and
color, as we DISSOLVE TO:
THE PACIFIC OCEAN
melting into a hazy morning sky. In a box canyon off the
coast highway, we see row after neat row of trailer homes, a
makeshift village for beach bums.
INT. TRAILER - DAY
CLAYTON BOONE opens his eyes. He is 26, handsome in a
rough-hewn, Chet Baker-like way, with broad shoulders and a
flattop haircut. He grabs a crumpled