peers at the smoking yellow bar.
APPRENTICE TWO
Maestro, che meraviglia!
APPRENTICE THREE
Lei e proprio fantastico!
Da Vincis pride goes dead as the implications hit.
DA VINCI
Lasciatemi, solo. Solo!
The apprentices scurry out. Mind reeling, Da Vinci turns
his back to the viewer, before a wall of frescoes.
DA VINCI
Lho fatto.
Spinning back around, using the edge of his cloak, Da
Vinci pulls out t
attache case. He passes Howard
coming toward us through the door into the bank. As he
passes CAMERA:
INSERT: BANK CLOCK
as it CLICKS from 2:57 to 2:58 PM.
MOVING SHOT WITH SAL
as he moves toward the left-hand deposit-slips desks.
He picks out a car-loan application slip, then walks toward
the managers desk (as the sign on the desk proclaims) of
PATRICK MULVANEY. Sal sits down, his back to Mulvane
a QUONSET HUT, a TRUCK-MOUNTED RADAR DISH scans the area, with
INFRARED GATLING GUNS mounted on either side.
BOND - AT THE ROCK OUTCROPPING -
Props his rife on the boulder, and peers through the GUN SIGHT.
THROUGH THE TELESCOPIC SIGHT -
He sees a closer (but still wide) telescopic view of men bargaining
over weapons, and forklifts loading/unloading crates of munitions.
THE SAME SCENE ON A VID
(V.O.): Richard...
DR. ROBERTS, a large surgeon, pulls Kimble over to a group of surgeons gathered around a bar. Smoking cigars.
ROBERTS: Cancun. Nat just talked everybody into it...
A hospital equipment rep, NAT, is buying drinks.
KIMBLE: So, whats the deal? If the hospital buys ten new -
NAT: No, no, no, no strings attached, Dr. Kimble. Industrial Hospital Supply has no ulterior motives.
children presumably first).
8 INT. LAPP FARMHOUSE
??
the coffins the upper half open. We see that
the worse
has been dressed in white linen, a piece of
white linen
partially covering the bearded face.
END TITLE SEQUENCE.
9 INT. LAPP FARMHOUSE
Partitions have been removed, making the
central rooms of the farmhouse a spacious hall. The place is
packed, a hundred-fifty or more Amish, all sitting in
children under ten.
TRACK past tents. BODIES OF SMALL CHILDREN inside, wrapped
in white sheets, hooked up to IVs or breathing apparatus.
Skeletal hands, parched lips, glazed eyes.
BELLOWS of respirators push in and out, labored, failing.
IMAGE RESOLVES TO A VIDEO ON A SCREEN.
PULL BACK to reveal a number of SCREENS, each with a
different set of images. We are in a NEWS VAN. A
TECHNICIAN and DIREC
attached the shower spray. His cries filling the
room, Malcolm is ducked under the spray. Shorty starts rinsing out his
hair.
SHORTY
Dont fight me, man. Let me git it out.
Malcolm is a little relieved, he tentatively opens his eyes, then he
feels the congolene again and there is another outburst. Shorty forces
his head under the spray, spurts the water all over his head, wetting
Malcolm and
childrens negotiations. Little JACQUES is putting his
flippers on.
JACQUES
Ok. Ill get it, but no fighting,
all right?
The two boys nod as they point to the coin.
JACQUES
Well split it.
FIRST BOY
You cant split a coin. Thats
stupid.
SECOND BOY
Hes right. Youre stupid.
The pope smiles.
JACQUES
Then well buy something and split
that.
SECOND BOY
A helicopter...
JACQUES
Its a small coin.
FIRST BOY
A
childrens voices... playing and laughing in the sun. A silly,
sing-songy rhyme as WE TRACK SLOWLY over seared asphalt where the
faint hieroglyphs of hopscotch lines are still visible.
CAMERA comes to rest on a burnt and rusted tricycle... next to the
tiny skull of its owner. HOLD ON THIS IMAGE as a female VOICE
speaks: *
VOICE * 3 billion human lives ended on August 29th, * 1997. The
survivors of