chicken, pat dalouettes,
salade de langoustine,
gteau de carottes et Gruyre...
You. You put them electrics right, Mitchel.
Put them electrics right or...
(Richard) You dont eat.
You dont eat.
I told you not to smoke.
I should stand still, Mr Spica. Or who knows?
You might spoil something,
put your foot in something.
So, a hot meal for tonight.
Something special, please. How about some...
some, er
feather, a silk shawl, a picture of Isadora
Duncan. Clearly, the arrangement is--
A SHRINE -- And it glows with the candles like some religious
altar.
We hear a womans voice in a North Carolina accent.
ANNIE (V.O.)
I believe in the Church of
Baseball.
(beat)
Ive tried all the major religions
and most of the minor ones--Ive
worshipped Buddha, Allah, Brahma,
Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms,
and Isad
chicken feed.
A big target. Why should anything be different?
Because five million dollars buys me!
Im breaking out of here.
If you fail this time, Mr Dillon, my people wont be so forgiving.
Fail? Show me one man who can stop me.
y:i Attention shoppers, be sure to check y:i out our special on paper towels.
y:i Thats aisle seven.
Hey!
- Give it to me! - My purse! Somebody help me!
- Let go of the
feathers and parts of animals. Some of them have long savage-looking hair; other crew-cut or completely shaved; they wear bandoliers, flak jackets, shorts and little else. They wear Montagnard sandals or no shoes at all, and their bodies and faces are painted in bizarre camouflage patterns. They appear one with the jungle and mist, FIRING INTO US as they move.
The soldier we saw earlier emerges f
feather for a memory.
For a long time now,
the woman had wanted...
to give her daughter
the single swan feather...
and tell her, "This feather
may look worthless...
but it comes from afar
and carries with it...
all my good intentions."
- Hi!
- Oh, Jennifer! Oh, hi!
- Hi, June.
- Hi.
Yeah, I want-- Thats it.
How are you, June?
...the official line
of scrimmage. No gain.
- Come on, do or die.
Right