tracks, those of a wolf or coyote. But the
footprints ahead have faded, covered by the snow and wind.
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DISSOLVE TO:
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The weather becomes more oppressive. Heavy snow, gale winds
and sub-zero temperatures make his progress tortuous. Eric
strives stubbornly forward.
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1 CONTINUED:
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DISSOLVE TO:
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Eric has gathered some branches. He tries to make a fire.
Moisture from
tracking system and barks
one-word questions to his JAPANESE CREW. The Sailors work the consoles
and give clipped monosyllabic answers.
The JAPANESE SCIENCE OFFICERS go over charts on the electronic
position board, a contiuously-shifting graphic representation of the
ocean contours below.
Behind them is an elaborate DEPTH GAUGE with computerized graphics.
READ: 34,000 feet and dropping. The Crew
contours of sand.
A woman몶s voice begins to sing unaccompanied on the track. Szerelem, szerelem, she cries, in a haunting lament for her loved one.
INSIDE the aeroplane are two figures. One, A WOMAN, seems to be asleep. Her pale head rests against the side of the cockpit. THE PILOT, a man, wears goggles and a leather helmet. He is singing, too, but we can몶t hear him or the plane or anything s
your way. If you cant trust your friends, well, what then?
EXT. DAWN
A series of fast-cut static scenes of empty streets.
DAVID (V.O.)
This could have been any city: theyre all the same.
A rapid, swerving track along deserted streets and down narrow lanes and passageways. Accompanied by soundtrack and credits.
The track ends outside a solid, fashionable Edinburgh tenement.
INT. STAIRWELL - DAY
contours of
the steep-walled canyon, a symbol for the Montana, and converging with it, an
amorphous trace, representing the bogey.
CAPTAIN
What the hell is it?
EXEC
Ill tell you what its not, its not one of
ours.
BARNES
Sir! Contact changing heading to two-one-four,
diving. Speed eighty knots! Eighty knots!
EXEC
Eighty knots...
BARNES
Still diving, depth nine hundred feet. Port
clearance to cliff