First, a sky over chimney pots and church towers, with masses of thundercloud and a black cloud moving toward the sun.
Cut to:
Piccadilly Circus, London. Flower sellers (women in shawls with baskets) seated round the base of the Eros monument. Among them Liza Doolittle, the only young one. The rest are elderly or middle aged. All, including Liza, are too poorly clad and dirty to be attractive. L
clad in rags and bushes and holding a 12 gauge automatic shotgun casually at his side, steps in front of them. He smiles laconically, and BLASTS OUT FIVE SHOTS that rip THROUGH US. By the second shot, the whole jungle blazes out with AUTOMATIC FIRE.
Out VIEW TURNS as the men around us are thrown and torn, screaming and scattering into the jungle. More AMERICANS appear; unexplainably, out of the g
pipes and catwalks -- a shadowed forest of iron and stone. She
stops, listening intently as the SOUND of tiny hooves suddenly
turns into the rattle of DISTANT RAIN.
Then she hears RIPPING FABRIC.
Someone is shouldering behind a ragged screen of dirty canvas,
approaching TINA.
CLOSER ON THE CANVAS. The long curved fingerblades suddenly
punch through, flashing in the firelight, and begin ripping
th
pipe
crawls up to a skylight. All of our electrical appliances are plugged into one
thick extension cord which snakes its way out a window. Outside, a small tent
city has sprung up in the lot next to our building. Inside, we are freezing
because we have no heat.
(He turns the camera to ROGER)
Smile!
"TUNE UP #1"
MARK
December 24th, Nine PM
Eastern Standard Time
From here on in
I shoot without a s
clad road,
her father HISAO at the wheel beside her.
CUT TO:
EXT. AMITY HARBOR/SAN PIEDRO ISLAND FERRY - DAY
...a view through another windscreen. This time of moving
WATER. In the rear-view mirror, a dapper man in his 40s
grooms himself carefully. ALVIN HOOKS glances out ahead
at...
EXT. AMITY HARBOR - DAY
...the wharves and boats shrouded in snow.
EXT. AMITY HARBOR - DAY
The SAN PIEDRO ISLAND f