looking girl in her late twenties circulates quietly among the tables picking up books and putting them on her cart. Everything seems completely normal and peaceful.
POV
A single eerie musical note signals the presence of something strange looking down on the Librarian from a vantage point high above the room. It follows the Librarian as she pushes her cart around the corner.
INT. WORK AREA
music in the main ballroom.
INT. THE BALLROOM
Short Round enters and stares across the smoky nightclub. On the stage, he sees a giant paper-mache dragon laying curled around the pagoda.
Now, the dragons eyes light up, its nostrils exhale smoke and its enormous jaws open. Out of the dragons mouth walks the star of the stage show:
WILLIE SCOTT, a dreamy beauty singing a sultry solo white the orche
music in Johannesburg...
and linguistics at the Sorbonne and various countries in Europe.
Parents?
British mother, white African father. Moved here five years ago.
lnterview couldnt have taken long. Shes just what they want.
She is the UN. - Can she cook?
What else do we know? Since the initial clearance.
ls she married?
Does she have a child? Does she belong to any clubs?
ls she registered to vo
The credits have that depressing, shitty, this is going to be one of those lousy black and white movies from the 1950s look. This is going to be one of those cheap teen sci-fi movies about a creature
MUSIC. When the female stars name appears, Borodins theme, which will later become adapted into "Strangers In Paradise," plays. Then we return to the stormy part, which subsides as:
THE CREDITS END
T
sandals of a Vietnamese soldier, MOVING FASTER AND FASTER, only to be stopped by still another of the savage-looking AMERICANS with primitive ornamentation, wearing only a loin-cloth and green beret. He opens his flame-thrower directly ON US and the NVA soldier and we are incinerated in flame, bright psychedelic orange-red flame. Outrageous, loud, electric ROCK MUSIC OVERWHELMS the SOUNDTRACK :
MUSIC starts.
"MONTY PYTHON
AND
THE HOLY GRAIL"
SUBTITLES: "M0nti Pyth0n ik den H0lie Gralen"
FADE OUT
FADE IN:
"Written and preformed by:
GRAHAM CHAPMAN
JOHN CLEESE
ERIC IDLE
TERRY GILLIAM
TERRY JONES
MICHAEL PALIN"
SUBTITLES: "R0tern nik Akten Di"
FADE OUT
FADE IN:
"with
CONNIE BOOTH
CAROL CLEVELAND
NEIL INNES
BEE DUFFELL
JOHN YOUNG
RITA DAVES"
SUBTITLES: "Wik"
TITLE OUT
TITLE IN:
"Also appeari
MUSIC.
YOU KNOW WHAT
YOUR PROBLEM IS, OLLIE?
ALL THIS MUMBO-JUMBO OCCULT
BULLSHITS GOT YOU SPOOKED.
SHH...
GUYS GOT YOU THINKING
HES THE BOGEYMAN
OR THE KU KLUX KLAN.
FUCK YOU.
THATS
"FUCK YOU, SIR."
THATS
"FUCK YOU, SIR."
[BOTTLES CLINK]
[BOTTLES CLINK]
[MEOW]
[MEOW]
WHAT THE FUCK?
WHAT THE FUCK?
Logan: PULL IT OVER.
Logan: PULL IT OVER.
IS THIS A STAKEOUT
OR A FUCKING PARADE?
THAT WHAT YOU CALL
ritual.
What?
Thats why youre here,
isnt it?
Youre deranged.
Youre incredibly rude,
did you know that?
Thats why
I havent got friends.
-Im not surprised.
-I take pity on him.
Id say its wasted.
Come on.
Brilliant.
From Greenlands icy mountains
From Indias coral strand
Where Africas sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand
From many an ancient river
From many a balmy plain
They call us to deliv
ritual.
Punch your time card.
-Change my Sunday schedule, please?
-Ill see what I can do.
Hi, Guo-Lun.
-Hi.
-Im Chu Jia-Ning.
Rachel asked me to tell you
shell be an hour late.
Shit! How dare she!
Dont be angry!
Its just an hour, even less now.
Its not the first time
shes made a fool of me.
-Its not serious.
-What would you know?
Have you loved someone who hates you...
...who hurts you every day?
MUSIC, crooning from five hundred dollar SPEAKERS.
PASTEL colors. Window walls. New wave furniture tortured into weird shapes. It looks like robots live here.
On the table next to the sleeping Venus lies an open bottle of pills... next to that, a mirror dusted with cocaine.
She rouses herself to smear some powder on her gums. As she does, we see from her eyes that she is thoroughly, completely wh