Stars in the black of space. PAN DOWN to sapphire blue sky, the brighter stars still shining through. Its Arctic midnight, the weak sun tiny on the distant horizon. We skim along the water, in and around looming glacial cliffs-- The top of an iceberg pushes through the waters surface. Carved into the ice is a single mammoth word:
G o d z i l l a
We continue past, along the ocean, and discover:
carve for himself...
for on his choice depends
the safety and health of this whole state.
Then weigh what loss
your honor may sustain...
if with too credent ear you list his songs.
Yet here, Laertes?
Aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
and you are stayed for.
There, my blessing with thee.
These few precepts in thy memory
look thou character.
Give thy thoughts no
Riders on horseback cross the desert. From this distance they appear to be a company of Army Cavalry Soldiers.
CLOSER ANGLES ON THE RIDERS
Reveal only details of saddles, hooves and uniforms. The riders are silhouetted against the rising sun as they ride into an ancient CLIFF PUEBLO.
The OFFICER IN COMMAND raises his hand halting his troops.
OFFICER
Dis-mount!
RIDERS climb down from their mounts.
carved handguard, razor-sharp,
feather-light.
The Mans overhead slams onto concrete, ripping up hunks of
stone. MacLeod fans his blade.
MACLEOD AND THE MAN"S SWORDS
clang in the tunnel, pulverizing cars, gouging columns in
showers of brilliant sparks.
Running Feet, Shouting VOICES, distant SIRENS.
His opponent is outmatched. Surging forward:
MACLEOD
cuts off the Mans head. A shimmering energy sur
carved into a pair of angels wings. The left hand wears an ivory ring -
with a gold T set in it.
MANS VOICE (OC)
(an English accent. calm. sonorous)
Diedre was silent - still - as always....
TILT UP to AARON LIGHTNER (the white-suited Man who strolled past the Mayfair mansion).
AARON
..but there is no question about it she is dying.
WIDE OF SCENE - A MAGNIFICENT SITTING ROOM
AARON stands at a mah