ridge in his borrowed
poncho. He looks back at the valley below, inhales deeply--
this is a man who loves his walks.
He pulls a piece of toast from his pocket and starts to
nibble as he presses up on the ridge...
??
Low angle: nursing home and ridge beyond
??
...and we see Paul from a distance, just a speck trudging up
toward the treeline. A PICKUP TRUCK rumbles into frame and
parks, a bumper sti
ridges over the eye-sockets, yet he unmistakably holds in his genes the promise of humanity. As he looks out now upon the hostile world, there is already something in his gaze beyond the grasp of any ape. In those dark, deep-set eyes is a dawning awareness-the first intimations of an intelligence which would not fulfill itself for another two million years.
EXT. THE STREAM - THE OTHERS
As the daw
trailing edge, her arms spread out to each side, as though flying herself. As we get closer we see that her jacket is pulled open to expose one of her breasts, which rests on the metal of the wing.
CLOSEUP - Breast on metal.
CLOSEUP - Hard nipple and rivets.
CLOSEUP - WOMAN - CATHERINE
Early thirties, dark, short hair, stylish executive clothes. Her eyes are wide open but unfocussed. A hand grips
trail where the legs of those in black pajamas move silently across our ever TIGHTENING VIEW. Their feet, boots and sandals leave no impression; make no sound. A slight flicker of light reveals a pair of eyes in the foliage across the path, waiting and watching.
The VIEW PUSHES ALONG WITH the Vietnamese, MOVING FASTER AND FASTER WITH them, until suddenly, directly in front about ten feet away, an
The dense, lush rain forests of the eastern slopes of the Andes, the place known as "The Eyebrow of the Jungle". Ragged, jutting canyon walls are half-hidden by the thick mists.
The MAIN TITLE is followed by this:
"PERU"
A narrow trail across the green face of the canyon. A group of men make their way along it. At the head of the party is an American, INDIANA JONES. He wears a short leather jacke
trail behind it. One turns abruptly, creating a wall in front of the
other.
??
CUT TO:
??
4 REAL WORLD 4
??
Screen of a video game, the Real World version of light cycles,
as we see one of the lines smash into another and disappear.
??
5 THE REAL WORLD 5
??
We see teenagers, strangely lit from below with bluish light,
their hands on electronic controls, levers, knobs. We HEAR
electronic beeping a
trailed by Nathan and Samuel.
INT. WORKSHOP - DAY
A perfect colonial workshop, fastidiously arranged with
every conceivable tool of the period. A foot-powered
lathe. A drop-forge. A lifting saw. Racks of tools,
planes, hammers, augers, drills, blocks, all hanging in
their places. All very well-worn.
BENJAMIN MARTIN methodically works his lathe, turning a
piece of hardwood, shaving off tiny curls
trailing down their
backs. A yellow palanquin is carried by four large monks,
wearing maroon robes.
The caravan reaches the top of the mountain pass and turns -
a sudden shift in direction - a switchback. The travelers
head downhill.
BOY (VO)
Tell me.
Now, we see the menss destination. A lake. An incredibly
blue, circular lake, sunk between snow-dusted mountains. It
is LHAMO I LATSO - "the Oracle
trail and signs
of shod horses in the south draw.
Wouldnt everybody know if
there were strangers around?
There hasnt been any, except you two.
- That aint funny.
- Now whos touchy?
Youre talking about my business.
Stick to my pleasures.
No offense, Carter.
I want you to know where you stand.
- Listen-
- Take it easy, Gil.
Hes sore about Rose Mapen.
- Keep your mouth shut about Rose, see?
- Okay,
trail where the legs of those in black pajamas move silently across our ever TIGHTENING VIEW. Their feet, boots and sandals leave no impression; make no sound. A slight flicker of light reveals a pair of eyes in the foliage across the path, waiting and watching.
The VIEW PUSHES ALONG WITH the Vietnamese, MOVING FASTER AND FASTER WITH them, until suddenly, directly in front about ten feet away, an